I loved my country, and I hated him.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.