Without Bread All Is Misery.

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.

The Ancient Nobility And Gentry Of The Kingdom... Have Been Thrust Out Of All Public Employment... A Race Of Merchants, And Manufacturers And Bankers And Loan-jobbers And Contractors Have Usurped Their Place.

If The People Of Sheffield Could Only Receive A Tenth Part Of What Their Knives Sell For By Retail In America, Sheffield Might Pave Its Streets With Silver.

Please Your Eye And Plague Your Heart.

I Defy You To Agitate Any Fellow With A Full Stomach.