So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.
Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.
A steady patriot of the world alone, The friend of every country but his own.
I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.
Away with the cant of 'Measures not men!'-the idle supposition that it is the harness and not the horses that draw the chariot along.
Man, only - rash, refined, presumptuous man, Starts from his rank, and mars creation's plan.