George Canning

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

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

Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe;
Bold I can meet--perhaps may turn his blow;
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Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe;
Bold I can meet--perhaps may turn his blow;
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,
Save, save, oh! save me from the candid friend.

Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

Needy knife-grinder! whither are ye going?
Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order;
Bleak read more

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.