Quotes
I called the New World into existence to redress the balance of the Old. I can prove anything by statistics except the truth. Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir. I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned first. So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES. And finds, with keen, discriminating sight, Black 's not so black,-nor white so very white. Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, Bold I can meet,-perhaps may turn his blow! But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh save me from the candid friend! No, here 's to the pilot that weathered the storm!george canning
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