However Roguish A Man May Be, He

Give Me, Lord, Neither Poverty Nor Riches.

You Never Know What You Can Do Till You Try.

The Very Hirelings Of The Press, Whose Trade It Is To Buoy Up The Spirits Of The People... Have Uttered Falsehoods So Long, They Have Played Off So Many Tricks, That Their Budget Seems, At Last, To Be Quite Empty.

Without Bread All Is Misery.

All Middlesex Is Ugly, Notwithstanding The Millions Upon Millionswhichit Iscontinuallysucking Up Fromtherestof The Kingdom.