Please Your Eye And Plague Your Heart.

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"?

Men Fail Much Oftener From Want Of Perseverance Than From Want Of Talent.

Grammar, Perfectly Understood, Enables Us Not Only To Express Our Meaning Fully And Clearly, But So To Express It As To Enable Us To Defy The Ingenuity Of Man To Give To Our Words Any Other Meaning Than That Which We Ourselves Intend Them To Express.

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.

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.