George Canning

I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned first.

Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir.

So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.

And finds, with keen, discriminating sight, Black 's not so black,-nor white so very white.

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!

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

No, here 's to the pilot that weathered the storm!