“Who can love to walk in the dark? But providence doth often so dispose.” — Oliver Cromwell

I would have been glad to have lived under my wood side, and to have kept a flock of sheep, rather than to have undertaken this government.

Necessity has no law.

What is all our histories, but God showing himself, shaking and trampling on everything that he has not planted.

God made them as stubble to our swords.