Q. But how d'ye like the Kings Declaration?
A. Not at all. Not at all. It runs so much upon the Arbitrary, and the Prelatick? Yes, and upon something else too.
Q. Come, 'Faith we should not part with dry lips, What d'ye think of one Roomer now to the Health of? (Hark, and I'le tell ye.)
A. I'le drink no Traitors Health.
Q. Why prethee what is Civilly-Drinking his Health, more then Dutifully Praying for't?
A. No: I am of the mans mind that said, I hope the Devil will have him; and if there be any punishment in Hell greater then another, I hope the Devil will tear his soul to pieces. So Farewell.
Q. What a Blessed sort of Subjects and Christians are these, that value themselves in the One Capacity, for their Contempt of Authority: And in the other, for the Zeal of Flying out into Blasphemys, and Execrations, instead of Prayers? But what shall I call this at last? A Romantique, or an Historical Observator?
London, Printed for Johanna Brome, at the Gun in S. Pauls Church-yard.
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