There was no more venomously hated man in the day than Cornbury, who answered protests against monopolies and restricted roads with paradings in women's apparel on the ramparts of the fort he called home.
Why, of course you wanted to get in, Mr. Bucket asserts with cheerfulness; but for a old gentleman at your time of life […] not to consider that if he don't keep such a business as the present as close as possible it can't be worth a mag to him, is so curious! You see your temper got the better of you; that's where you lost ground, says Mr. Bucket in an argumentative and friendly way.
Above all, let her eschew the impertinence of invention; let her leave genius to her milliner.
We thanke you both, yet one but flatters vs,
As well appeareth by the cauſe you come,
Namely, to appeale each other of high treaſon.
