I Defy You To Agitate Any Fellow

The Smallness Of Our Desires May Contribute Reasonably To Our Wealth.

Norwich Is A Very Fine City, And The Castle, Which Stands In The Middle Of It, On A Hill, Is Truly Majestic.

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"?

Give Me, Lord, Neither Poverty Nor Riches.

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.