We give public money, and must see that it goes to public use. Tell…

That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

The yielding marble of her snowy breast.

'Tis strange that we have sat so many years, and given so much money, and are still called upon for Supply. The Lords may give Supply with their own money, but we give the peoples; we are their proxies.

The King governs by Law. Let us look back to the evils we had, in order to prevent more.

Let us look to our Government, Fleet, and Trade.

A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.