For have I no worked in the cause and slaved in it, much enduring and suffering mony things at the honds o' the froward, whereby my ain speerit hath plentifully fructified?
Have I no been bruised as in a wine-press, and cast oot wi' hissing and scorning into waste places ?' 'We know your merits and your sufferings, Doctor,' said the King.

'The question before us is as to our course of action.' 'Was there no a voice heard in the East ?' cried the old Whig.

'Was there no a soond as o' a great crying, the crying for a broken covenant and a sinful generation?
Whence came the cry?
Wha's was the voice?
Was it no that o' the man Robert Ferguson, wha raised himsel' up against the great ones in the land, and wouldna be appeased ?' 'Aye, aye, Doctor,' said Monmouth impatiently.

'Speak to the point, or give place to another.' 'I shall mak' mysel' clear, your Majesty.

Have we no heard that Argyle is cutten off?
And why was he cutten off?
Because he hadna due faith in the workings o' the Almighty, and must needs reject the help o' the children o' light in favour o' the bare-legged spawn o' Prelacy, wha are half Pagan, half Popish.