Oliver Cromwell - Dissolutions of the Long Parliament 1653
“It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonored by your contempt for all virtue , and defiled by your practice of every vice, yet are a factious crew, and enemies of all good government; ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would like Esau sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas, betray your God for a few pieces of money.
“Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess? Ye have no more religion than my horse; gold is your God: which of you has not bartered your conscience for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the commonwealth?
“Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defiled this sacred place, and turn’d the Lord’s temple into a den of the thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices? Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation; you were deputed here by the people to get grievances redress’d, are yourselves gone! So! Take away that shinning bauble there, and lock up the doors.
“In the name of God, go!”
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