In matters of commerce the fault of the Dutch Is offering too little and asking too much. The French are with equal advantage content, So we clap on Dutch bottoms just twenty per cent.
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.
I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.
When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?
Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.