CHAPTER XI

I am a _Turk_ if I had not as much forgot my mother, as if Nature had plaistered me up, and set me down naked upon the banks of the river _Nile_, without one. ----Your most obedient servant, Madam --I’ve cost you a great deal of trouble, --I wish it may answer; --but you have left a crack in my back, --and here’s a great piece fallen off here before, --and what must I do with this foot? ----I shall never reach _England_ with it.

For my own part, I never wonder at any thing; --and so often has my judgment deceived me in my life, that I always suspect it, right or wrong, --at least I am seldom hot upon cold subjects. For all this, I reverence truth as much as any body; and when it has slipped us, if a man will but take me by the hand, and go quietly and search for it, as for a thing we have both lost, and can neither of us do well without, --I’ll go to the world’s end with him: ----But I hate disputes, --and therefore (bating religious points, or such as touch society) I would almost subscribe to any thing which does not choak me in the first passage, rather than be drawn into one. ----But I cannot bear suffocation, ----and bad smells worst of all. ----For which reasons, I resolved from the beginning, That if ever the army of martyrs was to be augmented, --or a new one raised, --I would have no hand in it, one way or t’other.

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