Give Me, Lord, Neither Poverty

The Very Hirelings Of The Press, Whose Trade It Is To Buoy Up The Spirits Of The People... Have Uttered Falsehoods So Long, They Have Played Off So Many Tricks, That Their Budget Seems, At Last, To Be Quite Empty.

All Middlesex Is Ugly, Notwithstanding The Millions Upon Millionswhichit Iscontinuallysucking Up Fromtherestof The Kingdom.

The Town Of Guildford, Which (taken With Its Environs) I, Who Have Seen So Many, Many Towns, Think The Prettiest, And, Taken All Together, The Most Agreeable And Most Happy-looking, That I Ever Saw In My Life.

Men Fail Much Oftener From Want Of Perseverance Than From Want Of Talent.

All My Plans In Private Life; All My Pursuits; All My Designs, Wishes, And Thoughts, Have This One Great Object In View: The Overthrow Of The Ruffian Boroughmongers. If I Write Grammars; If I Write On Agriculture; If I Sow, Plant, Or Deal In Seeds; Whatever I Do Has First In View The Destruction Of Those Infamous Tyrants.