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.
Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.
So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.
Man, only - rash, refined, presumptuous man, Starts from his rank, and mars creation's plan.
I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.