I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.

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.

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

Needy knife-grinder! whither are ye going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order; Bleak blows the blast-your hat has got a hole in it. So have your breeches.

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.

When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?

I called the New World into existence, to redress the balance of the Old.