Of all the villainies perpetrated upon earth, that the greatest rebel could be proud of, or _Lucifer_ blush at, I myself hid so large a share in, that the devil for my hearty sincerity, and trusty management therein, gives me the right-hand, dignify’d and distinguish’d me with the superb title of his elder brother: no man ever gloried more in wickedness than myself, and that which now makes my punishment a pleasure, is to think how nobly I deserved it. Many I know are the treasonable plots and contrivances transacted in the upper world, but never was any magnificent piece of wickedness, or superlative deed of devilism, ever performed with more ostentation and alacrity, than that most impious and audacious act, in which I was so highly concerned, and that the very monarch of hell might have been proud to have had a hand in; to fire churches, commit sacrilege, ravish virgins, murder infants, or spit in the faces of our parents, are trifling sins that a man of my figure in iniquity would be asham’d to be caught in; but to murder the best of princes, and glory in the deed, is such an infernal evil that hell can’t blacken, or earth can’t parallel; a sacred piece of villany becoming only the treachery of a puritan to execute, and the pen and principles of a _Tutchin_ to endeavour to justify. _Lucifer_ and all his kingdom of hob-gobblins, drink a health to your society every thirtieth of _January_, in burnt brandy, and are well assur’d the interest of these infernal territories can never sink, as long as there is a _Calves-Head Club_ upon earth, to glory in the remembrance of the worst of villianies; and a whiggish society of reformation, for the better establishment of hypocrisy. We, who had the honour to be his majesty’s judges, or rather as some call us, _Regicides_, are all mess’d together in an apartment by ourselves, and the murderers of _Henry_ III. and _Henry_ IV. of _France_ are appointed to attend us at our table; and Felton that stabb’d the duke of _Buckingham_, is our lacquey to run of errands.