Alas the Church of England! What with Popery on one hand, and schismatics on the other, how has she been crucified between two thieves! - Daniel Defoe

Next, bring some lawyers to thy bar,
By innuendo they might all stand there;
There let them expiate that guilt,
And pay for all that blood their tongues have spilt.
These are the mountebanks of state,
Who by the sleight of tongues can crimes create,
And dress up trifles in the robes of fate,
The mastiffs of a Government,
To worry and run down the innocent.

The grand contention's plainly to be seen,
To get some men put out, and some put in.

Hail, hieroglyphic State machine,
Contrived to punish fancy in;
Men that are men in thee can feel no pain,
And all thy insignificance disdain!