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A sudden thought strikes me, let us swear eternal friendship.
Active beneficence is a virtue of easier practice than forbearance after having conferred, or than thankfulness after having received a benefit. I know not, indeed, whether it be a greater and more difficult exercise of magnanimity, for the one party to act as if he had forgotten, or for the other as if he constantly remembered the obligation.
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.
- in a speech against the Addington Ministry
I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.
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.
- in a dispatch to Sir Charles Bagot
Open, candid, and generous, his heart was the constant companion of his hand, and his tongue the artless index of his mind.
Save, oh! save me from the candid friend.
The fool of vanity; for her alone he lives, loves, writes, and dies but to be known.
There is nothing I know of so sublime as a fact.
And finds with keen, discriminating sight,
Black's not so black--nor white so very white.
- New Morality [Sight]
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.
- New Morality [Friends]
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!
- Song (on "Billy Pitt"),
sung at a public dinner [Gratitude]
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.
- Song--Of One Eleven Years in Prison,
found in "The Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin"
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.
- The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-Grinder
I called the New World into existence to redress the balance of the Old.
- The King's Message [America]
Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.
- The Pilot that Weathered the Storm