He had actually obtained such a licence for two years, and had hopes of its renewal, when the Civil War broke out.

On that account only, and not in any disgrace, as Milton said, he had, after having been about ten years in all in London, transferred himself to Paris.[1] He had been there about six years, dealing honestly, and publishing important theological and other books, the titles of some of which he gives; but here also he had been the victim of trade jealousy.

He had found it impossible to get on in Paris, though it was utterly false that he dared not now show his face there.

He _had_ shown his face there, since he had returned to his native Holland and made the Hague his head-quarters; and he could show his face there again without any inconvenience.
Meanwhile he was in the Hague, comfortable enough; and his character there might easily be ascertained .-- To return to Milton's present book.

Though Ulac had reprinted it, he had done so in doubt whether, now that there was peace between the United Provinces and the Protector, such irritating books between the two nations ought not to be mutually suppressed.