The Poetry Of Speech.

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!

Let Not His Mode Of Raising Cash Seem Strange, Although He Fleeced The Flags Of Every Nation, For Into A Prime Minister But Change His Title, And 'tis Nothing But Taxation.

I Do Detest Everything Which Is Not Perfectly Mutual.