The satirists of the age nicknamed him Lord Allpride.

Yet was his pride compatible with all ignoble vices.

Many wondered that a man who had so exalted a sense of his dignity could be so hard and niggardly in all pecuniary dealings.

He had given deep offence to the royal family by venturing to entertain the hope that he might win the heart and hand of the Princess Anne.

Disappointed in this attempt, he had exerted himself to regain by meanness the favour which he had forfeited by presumption.
His epitaph, written by himself, still informs all who pass through Westminster Abbey that he lived and died a sceptic in religion; and we learn from the memoirs which he wrote that one of his favourite subjects of mirth was the Romish superstition.