You Never Know What You Can Do

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.

Protestations Of Impartiality I Shall Make None. Theyare Always Useless And Are Besides Perfect Nonsense, When Used Bya News-monger.

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

But What Is To Be The Fate Of The Great Wen Of All? The Monster, Called, By The Silly Coxcombs Of The Press, "the Metropolis Of The Empire"?

It Is By Attempting To Reach The Top At A Single Leap That So Much Misery Is Caused In The World.