I Think I Could Eat One Of

Unlimited Power Is Apt To Corrupt The Minds Of Those Who Posses It; And This I Know, My Lords: That Where Law Ends, Tyranny Begins.

Confidence Is A Plant Of Slow Growth In An Aged Bosom.

Trade Increases The Wealth And Glory Of A Country; But Its Real Strength And Stamina Are To Be Looked For Among The Cultivators Of The Land.

The Poorest Man May, In His Cottage, Bid Defiance To All The Forces Of The Crown. It May Be Frail, Its Roof May Shake; The Wind May Blow Though It; The Storm May Enter; The Rain May Enter; But The King Of England May Not Enter; All His Force Dares Not Cross The Threshold Of The Ruined Tenement.

I Think I Could Eat One Of Bellamy's Veal Pies.