O Lord, Sir - When A Heroine

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

Give Them A Corrupt House Of Lords, Give Them A Venal House Of Commons, Give They A Tyrannical Prince, Give Them A Truckling Court, And Let Me Have But An Unfettered Press. I Will Defy Them To Encroach A Hair's Breadth Upon The Liberties Of England.

A Man May Think An Untruth As Well As Speak One.

Pity Those Whom Nature Abuses, Never Those Who Abuse Nature.

Satires And Lampoons On Particular People Circulate More By Giving Copies In Confidence To The Friends Of The Parties, Than By Printing Them.