Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou, who dost thy millions boast, A village less than Islington wilt grow, A solitude almost.

The monster London laugh at me.

The fairest garden in her looks, And in her mind the wisest books.

An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.

If Athens shall appear great to you, consider then that her glories were purchased by valiant men, and by men who learned their duty.

In Stadten glaubt man, es gehore zum guten Tone, nicht einmal zu wissen, wer in demselben Hause wohnt.

A general Dissolution of Principles & Manners will more surely overthrow the Liberties of America than the whole Force of the Common Enemy. While the People ar…