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

George Canning

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

George Canning

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

George Canning

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

George Canning

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!

George Canning

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

George Canning

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

George Canning

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

George Canning

In matters of commerce the fault of the Dutch Is offering too little and asking too much. The French are with equal advantage content-- So we clap on Dutch bottoms just 20 per cent.

George Canning

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

George Canning

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.

George Canning

If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep, The sky if no longer dark tempests deform; When our perils are past shall our gratitude sleep? No! Here's to the pilot that weather'd the storm!

George Canning

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

George Canning

Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

George Canning

Away with the cant of "Measures not men!"--the idle supposition that it is the harness and not the horses that draw the chariot along. No Sir, if the comparison must be made, if the distinction must be taken, men are everything, measures comparatively nothing.

George Canning

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.

George Canning

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U- Niversity of Gottingen. - George Canning, Song--Of One Eleven Years in Prison,

George Canning

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

George Canning

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