But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!
When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?
Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.
Intimately concerned as we are with the system of Europe, it does not follow that we are therefore called upon to mix ourselves onevery occasion, with a restless and meddling activity, in the concerns of the nations which surround us.
I called the New World into existence, to redress the balance of the Old.
A steady patriot of the world alone, The friend of every country but his own.