It was nought to me who should be the King's next favourite, and although I, with all other honest men, hated a Popish King, the fear of him would not have kept me from my sleep or from my supper.

Who eats his dinner the less though a kingdom fall?
To take a young man's appetite away, and keep his eyes open o' nights, needs a nearer touch than that.

But I had on me a horror of what was being done in this place; they sold a lady's honour there, throwing it in for a make-weight in their bargain.

I would have dashed the scales from their hands, but I was helpless.

There is the truth: a man need not be ashamed for having had a trifle of honesty about him when he was young.