I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.

A steady patriot of the world alone, The friend of every country but his own.

There is nothing I know of so sublime as a fact.

Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.

But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!

Man, only - rash, refined, presumptuous man, Starts from his rank, and mars creation's plan.