An Aspersion Upon My Parts Of Speech!

Give Them A Corrupt House Of Lords, Give Them A Venal House Of Commons, Give They A Tyrannical Prince, Give Them A Truckling Court, And Let Me Have But An Unfettered Press. I Will Defy Them To Encroach A Hair's Breadth Upon The Liberties Of England.

It Is By Women That Nature Writes On The Hearts Of Men.

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.

Prudence, Like Experience, Must Be Paid For.

The Silver Ore Of Pure Charity Is An Expensive Article In The Catalogue Of A Man's Good Qualities.