Every One With This Writ

A Man Is Accountable To No Person For His Doings.

I Am Forced To Get My Living By The Labour Of My Hand; And The Sweat Of My Brow... For Bitter Bread, Earned Under The Frowns Of Some Who Have No Natural Or Divine Right To Be Above Me, And Entirely Owe Their Grandeur And Honor To Grinding The Faces Of The Poor.

The People's Safety Is The Law Of God.

But I Think I Can Sincerely Declare That I Cheerfully Submit Myself To Every Odious Name For Conscience' Sake; And From My Soul I Despise All Those Whose Guilt, Malice, Or Folly Has Made Them My Foes.

Dew Depends Not On Parliament.