Please Your Eye And Plague Your Heart.

The Christian Religion, Then, Is Not An Affair Of Preaching, Or Prating, Or Ranting, But Of Taking Care Of The Bodies As Well As The Souls Of People; Not An Affair Of Belief And Of Faith And Of Professions, But An Affair Of Doing Good, And Especially To Those Who Are In Want; Not An Affair Of Fire And Brimstone, But An Affair Of Bacon And Bread, Beer And A Bed.

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.

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.

Please Your Eye And Plague Your Heart.

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