As if Religion were intended For nothing else but to be mended.

So 'ere the storm of war broke out, Religion spawn'd a various rout Of petulant capricious sects, That maggots of corrupted texts, That first run all religion down, And after every swarm its own.

Synods are mystical Bear-gardens. Where Elders, Deputies, Church-wardens, And other Members of the Court, Manage the Babylonish sport.

The Bible may be the truth, but it is not the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

People in general are equally horrified at hearing the Christian religion doubted, and seeing it practiced

Quoth Hudibras, I smell a rat; Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate.