I know nothing of it. Who would have thought, that who wou'd thought it, should have made such a noise about the town, and I know nothing of it; what is't to me. So shall not I trouble my crannium to dispute the subject of it: no, let Webster, the solemn league and covenant champion, vindicate presbyter, till the froth of his zeal purges from his chops, like yeast from an ale-barrel, or fumigation from a dray-house; since that great work is accomplish'd, than past ages striv'd in vain for.