All men would be tyrants if they could.

And of all plagues with which mankind are curs’d, Ecclesiastic tyranny’s the worst.

From this amphibious ill-born mob began

From this amphibious ill-born mob began That vain, ill-natur’d thing, an Englishman.

He told me … that mine was the middle state, or what might be called the upper station of low life, which he had found by long experience was the best state in the world, the most suited to human happiness.

In their religion they are so uneven, That each man goes his own byway to heaven.

It happened one day, about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man’s naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen in the sand. I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition.

My man Friday.

Nature has left this tincture in the blood,