Who had more foully sold the religion and liberty of his country than Titus?
Who had been more zealous for the dispensing power than Alsop?
Who had urged on the persecution of the seven Bishops more fiercely than Lobb?
What chaplain impatient for a deanery had ever, even when preaching in the royal presence on the thirtieth of January or the twenty-ninth of May, uttered adulation more gross than might easily be found in those addresses by which dissenting congregations had testified their gratitude for the illegal Declaration of Indulgence?
Was it strange that a prince who had never studied law books should have believed that he was only exercising his rightful prerogative, when he was thus encouraged by a faction which had always ostentatiously professed hatred of arbitrary power?
Misled by such guidance, he had gone further and further in the wrong path: he had at length estranged from him hearts which would once have poured forth their best blood in his defence: he had left himself no supporters except his old foes; and, when the day of peril came, he had found that the feeling of his old foes towards him was still what it had been when they had attempted to rob him of his inheritance, and when they had plotted against his life.

Every man of sense had long known that the sectaries bore no love to monarchy.

It had now been found that they bore as little love to freedom.

To trust them with power would be an error not less fatal to the nation than to the throne.

If, in order to redeem pledges somewhat rashly given, it should be thought necessary to grant them relief, every concession ought to be accompanied by limitations and precautions.