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At a Market Town in York-shire, there liv'd a Quaker that was a Barber, and the Minister of the Parish came to him for to demand Twenty Shillings for Tithe be∣longing to his Parsonage: The Quaker told him he ow'd him none, nor none would he pay him: He told him 'twas his
due, and if he could not have it by fair means he must have it by foul: The Qua∣ker askt him for what it was due? He told him for Preaching and Reading Di∣vine Service, and other Ministerial Duties in the Church: Why, says the Quaker, I never came there: You might and you would, says the Parson, the Door stands open. A lit∣tle after the Quaker hearing that he was suing of him for the money, enters an Action also against the Parson for Twenty Shillings; and when the Parson came to hear of it, he went and askt him how he came to owe him twenty Shillings? He told him for Trimming: Why, says the Minister, I never came there in my life: You might and you would, says the Quaker, for the Door stands open.