You Never Know What You

He Who Writes Badly Thinks Badly

Norwich Is A Very Fine City, And The Castle, Which Stands In The Middle Of It, On A Hill, Is Truly Majestic.

A Full Belly To The Labourer Was, In My Opinion, The Foundation Of Public Morals And The Only Source Of Real Public Peace.

A Couple Of Flitches Of Bacon Are Worth Fifty Thousand Methodist Sermons And Religious Tracts. They Are Great Softeners Of Temper And Promoters Of Domestic Harmony.

I View Tea Drinking As A Destroyer Of Health, An Enfeebler Of The Frame, An En-genderer Of Effeminancy And Laziness, A Debaucher Of Youth And Maker Of Misery For Old Age. Thus He Makes That Miserable Progress Towards That Death Which He Finds Ten Or Fifteen Years Sooner Than He Would Have Found It If He Had Made His Wife Brew Beer Instead Of Making Tea.