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preferred.
The FaSrle QneeB. Book 6, canto 9^ it. 40,

For love will not be drawne, but must be
ledde. Colin Clout. /. 129,

Though 2Mt» not least. /. 444.

To be wiae and eke to love,*
Is granted scarce to gods above.

Bhepheard'g Calendar. March,
Good is no good, but if it be spend ;
God giveth good for no other end. May,
That beautie is not, as fond men misdeeme.
An outwarde shew of things that onely
seeme. Hymn in Honour of Beauty.

For of the soule the bodie forme doth take,
For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.

/*.
For he that of himselfe is most secure,
Shall finde his state most fickle and uusure.
Visions of the World*t Yanitia.
Base is the style and matter meane withall.
Mother Hubberd*i Tale.
But this good sir did follow the plaine word,
Ne medled with their controversies vaine.

lb.
Now once a weeke, upon our Sabbath day,
It is enough to doo our small devotion.
And then to follow any merrie motion. li.
Full little knowest thou, that hast not tride,
What hell it is, in suing long to bide :
To loose good dayes, Uiat might be better

spent:
To wast long nights in pensive discontent ;
To speed to-day, to be put back to-raorrow ;
To feed on hope, to pine with feare and

sorrow;
To have thy princess grace, yet want her

peeres ;
To have thy asking, yet waite manie yeeres ;
To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares ;
To eat thy heart through comfortlesse

dispaires;
To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to

ronne.
To spend, to give, to want, to be uadonne.
^ /*.

Was never in this world ought worthy tride,
Without some spark of such self-pleasing
pride. Amorettl. ikmnet S,

Sith never ought was excellent assayde.
Which was not hard t* atchieve and bring
to end. Sonnet 51,

All paines are nothing in respect of this.
All sorrowes short that gain eteniall blisse.

Sonnet 63,

9 — .

• See Herrick (p. 162) : " No man at one time

can be wis© and love.'^ Many other poets have

adopted this proverbial expression of classical

days.



Grief e finds some ease by him that like doth

beare. Daphnatdm. /. 67.

To live I finde it deadly dolorous,

For life drawee care, and care continuall

woe. 1,450,

I trowe that countenance cannot lie,
Whose thoughts are legible in the eie.

An Elttgia. I 106,
What more f elidtie can fall to creature
Than to enjoy delight with libertie.
And to be lord of all the workes of

Nature;
To raigne in th* aire from th' earth to

highest skie ;
To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious

feature?

Holopotmoi. St, S6.

His smiling eyes with simple truth were
stored. Britain's Ida. Canto 1,

Oh, foole ! faint heart faire lady ne*ere
could win ! Canto 5,

I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme ;
From that time unto this season,
I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Lines on his Pension. (Traditional.)
Home onely might to Rome compared bee.
And onely Bome could make great Rome to
tremble. Rulnet of Roma.

CHARLES SPRAGUE (1791-1876).
Realms yet unborn, in accents now unknown.
Thy song shall learn, and bless it for their
own. Shakspeare Oda.

In fields of air he writes his name,

And treads the chambers of the sky ;
He reads the stars, and grasps the flame

That quivers round the throne on high.

Art.
Lo, where the stage, tiie poor, deg^raded

stage.
Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.

Curiosity. 7. if?.
Swift flies each tale of laughter, shame, or

foUv,
Caught by Paul Pry, and carried home to

Polly. /. 3*9,

Through life*B dark road his sordid way he

wends.
An incarnation of fat dividends. /. 39S.

Behold in Liberty's unclouded blaze
We lift our heads, a race of other days.

Centennial Ode. St. ft.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well,

In learned doctor's spite ;
Thv clouds all other clouds dispel.

And lap me in delight. To my CUar.



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THOMAS SPRAT. Bishop of

Rochester (1635-1713).
Poetry, the qaeen of arts.
Ode upon the Poeme of Abrahem Cowley. S,
Thy fame, like men, the older it doth grow,
Will of itself turn whiter too.

To the Happy Memory of the
late Lord Protector. /. 6,

[Sirl RICHARD STEELE (1672-1729).

'We Tulgar only take it to he a sign of
lore; we seryants, we poor people, that
have nothing hut oar persons to hestow,
or treat for, are forced to deal and bargain
hy way of sample ; and therefore as we
hare no parchments, or wax necessary in
our erguments, we squeeze with our hands,
and seal with our lips, to ratify promises.

The Conicloni Lovers.

Those two amusements for all fools of
eminence, Politics or Poetry.

The Spectator. VoL 1, Ko. 4S,
The insupportable labour of doing nothing.

No. 64,

The dothinff of our minds certainly ought
to be r^arded before that of our bodies.

No. 76.

She has certainly the finest Hand of any
woman in the worlo. (Sir Boger de Coyerley
and the widow). Vol. f, No. 113.

The coach jumbled us insensibly into some
sort of familiarity. No. 13S,

He only is a great man who can neglect
the aimlause of the multitude, and enjoy
himself independent of its fayour.

Vol. S, No. nt.
Ije^ your precept he, " Be easy.»* No. 196.
The noblest motive is the public good.

No. too.

Will Honeycomb calls these oyer-offended
ladies the Outrageoualy Virtuous.

Vol. 4, No. £66.

Fashion, the arbiter and rule of right.

Vol. 7, No. 478.

The marriage state, with and without the
affection suitable to it, is the completest
ima^ of Heaven and Hell we are capable of
receiving in this life. No. 4^0.

It is not mj ambition to increase the
numh^ either of Whige or Tories, but of
wise and good men. Vol. 8, No. 656.

We are always doing, says he, something
for Posterity, but I would fieun see Posterity
do sometiiing for us.* No. 68 J.

It is to be noted that when any part of
ihia caper appears dull, there is a aesign in
at TaUer. JV?. 55.

*See Trumbull : ** What has posterity done for

fSu Fielding : " Whenever he was dull, etc,-
pi 119, note.



To love her was a liberal education^

No. 49 (of Lady mitabeth Hattingt).

Every man is the maker of his own fortune.

No. 6t.

Reading is to the mind what exercise is to

the body. No. IJfft

FANNY STEERS (19th Century).

The last link is broken

That bound me to thee ;
And the words thou hast spoken

Have rendered me free. Bonf .

GEORGE STEPNEY (1663-1707).
And martyrs, when the joyful crown is

given,
Forget the pain by which they purchased

heaven. To KUik James IL

One who, to all the heights of learning bred.

Head books and men, and practised what

he read. To the Earl of Carlisle.

[Rev.] LAURENCE STERNE (1718-
1768).
The jester and jestee.

Tristram Shandy. VoU i, ehap. It.

I hate your t/«. Ih,

He was within a few hours of giving his
enemies the slip for ever. Ih*

'Tis known by the name of perseverance
in a good cause, and of obstinacy in a bad
one. Chap. 17,

Persuasion hung upon his lips. Chap. 19,

Digressions, iucontestably, are the sun-
shine, — they are the life, the soul of reading.

Chap. ti.

The desire of knowledge, like the thirst of
riches, increases ever witn the acquisition of
it. Vol. t, chap. 3.

" Our armies swore terribly in Flanders,"
cried my Uncle Toby, ** but nothing to this."

Chap. 11.

Go, poor devil; get thee gone! whj
should I hurt thee? This world surely u
wide enough to hold both thee and me t

Chap. It.

The corregieit^ty of Corregio.} lb.

Of all the cants which are canted in this
canting world, though the cant of hypocrisy
may be the worst, the cant of criticism is the
most tormeuting.il lb.

Heat is in proportion to the want of true
knowledge. {SlawkmbergiM*8 Tale), Vol. 4-

t " The most magnificent compliment ever mid
by man to woman," according to Aug. Birrell in
•♦ Obit«r Dicta."

{ Su Birrell (p. 22, note) ; and Garlyle (p. 72).

|i •' The cant of criticism," borrowed from Sir
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'< God's blessing, " said Sancho Panza,
'*be upon the man who first invented this
self -same thing called deep ; it covers a man
all over like a cloak."

Tristram Bhandy. Vol. 4t chap. 15,

What is the life of man ? Is it not to shift
from side to side, from sorrow to sorrow ? —
to button up one cause of vexation and
unbutton another? Chap. SI.

Death opens the eate of Fame, and shuts
the gate of Envy alter it. Vol. 5, chap. S.

The nonsense of the old women Tof both
sexes). Chap. 16.

Ask my pen: it governs me; — I govern
not it Vol. 6, chap. 6.

I wish I had not known so much of this
affair, added my Unde Toby, or that I had
known more of it. Chap. 7.

True, quoth my Uncle Toby, thou didst
very right as a soldier— but certainly verv
wrong as a man. (fhap. 8.

The Accusing Spirit which flew up to
Heaven^s chancery with the oath, blushed as
he gave it in ; and the Recording Angel, as
he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the
word, and blotted it out for ever. lb.

The excellency of this text is that it will
suit an^ sermon ; and of this sermon, that it
will suit any text. Chap. 11,

**A soldier," cried mv Unde Toby,
interrupting the Corporal, "is no more
exempt from sa3dng a foolish thing, Trim,
than a man of letters." *' But not so often,
an' please your Honour, " replied the
Corporal. Vol. T, chap. 19.

** I thought lore had been a joyous thing,"
quoth mv Uncle Toby.— ** 'tis the most
serious tning, an' please your Honour
(sometimes) that ia in the world." Chap. 20.

Love, an' please your Honour, is exactly
like war, in this, tnat a soldier, though he
has escaped three weeks complete o'
Saturday nicht, may, nevertheless^ be shot
through his neaxt on Sunday mormng.

Chap. tl.

An eye full of gentle salutations, and soft
responses, . . . whisi>erin^ soft, like the
last low accents of an expiring saint . . .
It did my Unde Toby's business. Chap. 25.

Give 'em but a May-pole . . . 'tis meat,
drink, washing, and lodging to 'em.

Chap. 38.
•* They order," said I, " this matter better
in France."

k Sentimental Jonmey. Chap. 1,
Nature seemed to have done with her
resentments in him : — ^he showed none.

Th$Monk,



An Englishman does not travd to see
Englishmen.

Preface, In the LUobligeante,

I pity the man who can travel from Dan
to Beersheba, and cry " 'Tis all barren."

In the Street, Calait.
There are worse occui>ations in this world
than feeling a woman's pulse.

The Pulse. Paris,
''Disguise thjrself as thou wilt, still.
Slavery," said I,— "stiU thou art a bitter
draught."

The Passport. The Hotel at Paris,

Grant me but health, thou great Bestower
of it, and give me bat this fair goddess as
raj companion, and shower down thy mitret,
if it seem good unto thy Divine Providence,
upon those heads which are aching for them.

I think there is a fatality in it ; I sddom
go to the place I set out for.

The Address, Versailles,

If they [the French] have a fault thev
are too serious. lb.

Solitude is the best nurse of wisdom.

Letters. No. 82,

The brave only know how to forgive. . .

A ooward never forgave, it is not in his

nature. Sermons. No. 12.

Vanity bids all her sons be generous and
brave, and her daughters chaste and
courteous. No. 17.

GEORGE ALEXANDER STEVENS

(1710-1784).
Ceaso, rude Boreas, blustering railer !

List ye landsmen, all to me !
Messmates, hear a brother sailor

Sing the dangers of the sea. The Storm.

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

(1860-1894).

Even if we take matrimony at its lowest,
even if we regard it as no more than a sort
of friendship recognised by the police.

Yirginibut Paerisque. Part 1,

I have always suspected public taste to be
a mong^rel product, out of affectation by
dogmatism. Ih.

A little amateur x>aintin^ in water-colour
shows the innocent and qmet mind. lb.

No woman should marry a teetotaller, or
a man who does not smoke. lb,

Man is a creature who lives not upoo
bread alone, but principally by catch-words.

Part 2,

The weather is usually fine when Deople
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The cmeQest lies are often told in silence.
Yir^inlbiu Pneriiqae. Part 4,

When an old gentleman waggles his head
and says : '* Ah, so I thought when I was
your aee/' it is not tiiougnt an answer at
aU, if Uie yonng man retorts : " My vener-
able sir, so I bIuuI most probabljr think when
I am yonrs." And yet the one is as good as
the other. Crabbed Age and Youth.

Old and yoong we are all on our last
cruise. lb.

For God's sake give me the younf man
who has brains enough to make a fool of
himself! lb.

A man finds he has been wrong at every
preceding stage of his career, only to deduce
the astonishing conclusion that he is at last
entirely right. lb.

Age may have one side, but assuredly
Toath has the other. There is nothing
more certain than that both are right,
except perhaps that both are wrong. /&.

There is no duty we so much tmder-rate
as the duty of being happy.

An Apology for Idlers.
He sows hurry and reaps indigestion. lb.
When things are as pretty as that,
criticism is out of season.

Some Portraits by Raeburn.
Every man has a sane spot somewhere.

The Wrecker.*
Everyone lives by selling something.

Beggars.
To can her a young lady, with all its
niminy associations, would be to offer her an
insult An Inland Voyage.

I never weary of great churches. It is
ray favourite land of mountain scenery.
Blankind was never so happily inspired as
when it made a cathedral. lb.

Politics is perhaps the only profession for

which no preparation is thought necessary.

Yoshida-Torajiro.

Language is but a poor bull's-eye lantern

wherewith to show off the vast cathednil of

the world. Walt Whitman.

There are not words enough in all Sliake-

tpeare to express the merest fraction of a

man's experience in an hour. lb.

I hate cynicism a great deal worse than I

do the deviJ ; unless, perliaps, the two were

the same thing ? Jb,

Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at

the top of all sits Probably Arboreui.

Memories and Portraits.

The first duty of a man is to speak , that

is hiM chief business in this world. lb.



• Written in conjunction with Uoyd Otbourns.



All speech, written or spoken, is a dead
language, until it finds a willing and pre-
pared hearer. Lay Morals.
Courage respects courage.

Travels with a Donkey.
Youth is wholly exx>erimental.

A Letter to a Yonng Gentleman.
That empty and ugly thing called popu-
larity, lb,
Man is not truly one, but truly two.

Dr. JekyU and Mr. Hyde.

A generous prayer is never presented in

vain. The Merry Men.

There is nothing an honest man should

fear more timorously than getting and

spending more than he deserves.

Morality of the Profession of Letters.

Vanity dies hard ; in some obstinate cases

it outlives the man. Prince Ottoi

Be soople, Davie, in things immaterial.

Kidnapped.

Let any man speak long enough, he will

get believers. The Master of Ballantrae.

It's deadly commonplace, but, after all,
the commonplaces are the great poetic
truths. Weir of Hermiston.

Autumnal frosts enchant the pool,
And make tiie cart ruts beautiful.

The House Beautiful.

Unf rowning caryatides. Underwoods.

There's nothing under heaven so blue
That's fairly worth the travelling to.

Bongs of Travel. A Song of the Mood,
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,

Nor a friend to know me ;
All I ask, the heaven above.

And the road below me. The Vagabond.

The drums of war, the drums of peace,
Roll through our cities without cease,
And all the iron halls of life
King i^ath the unremitting strife.

The Woodman,
In the upper room I lay, and heard far off
The uusleepiug murmur like a shell.

ToS,C.
Teacher, tender comrade, wife,
A fellow- farer true through life,
Heart-whole and soul-free. My Wife,

When I am grown to man's estate
I shall be very proud and great,
And tell the other girls and boys
Not to meddle with my toys.

A Child*s Garden of Verses.

No, IS Looking Forward.
Tlie child that is not clean and neat.
With lots v^f toys and things to eat.
He is a naughty child, I'm sure—
Or else his dear papa is poor.

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All day long they ate with the reaolute

greed of brutes.

Bong of Rah^o. Part f .
And the ooastgaard in his garden with his

glass against his eye. Chrlstmaa at Bea.

JOHN STILL, Bishop of Bath and

Wells (1643T-1608).
I cannot eat but little meat,

My stomach is not good ;
But sure, I think that I can drink

With him that wears a hood.

Gammer 0arton*8 Headle. Aett,*

Back and side go bare, go bare,

Both foot and hand go cold ;
But. belly, God send thee good ale enough.

Whether it be new or old. lb.

BENJAMIN STILLINGFLEET

(1702-1771).
Would you both please and be instructed

too,
Watch well the rage of shining to subdue ;
Hear every man upon his favourite theme,
And ever oe more knowing than you seem.
Essay on CooYersation.

How hard soe'er it be to bridle wit,
Yet memory oft no less requires the bit.
How many, hurried by its force away,
Forever in the land of gossips stray. lb,

EARL OF STIRLING (Sir Williaci

Alexander) (1667 7-1640).
What life refused, to gain by death he
thought :
For life and death are but indifferent
things.
And of themselves not to bo shunned nor
sought,
But for the good or ill that either brings.
Tragedy of Dariai.
Death is the port where all may refuge find,
The end of labour, entry unto rest. lb.

What thing so good which not some harm

may bring P
Even to be happy is a dangerous thing.

Chorutl.
Of all the tyrants that the world affords,
Our own affections are the fiercest lords.

Jnliui CsBsar.

Although my hap be hard, my heart is high.

Aurora. Sonnet 30,

To love and be beloved, this is the good,

Which for most sovereign all the world will

prove. Sonmt 44-

• Said to be from a song older than the play
" Gammer Ourton'a Needle. It is also uncertain
whether Bishop Still was the author or *• Gammer
Gurtoii'a Needle," which has been attributed to
John Bridges, Dean of Salisbury.



Times daily change and we likewise In

them;
Things out of sight do straight forgotten die.

Sonwt 6S,
I hope. I fear, resolved, and yet I doubt,
I'm cold as ice, and yet I bum as fire ;
I wot not what, and yet I much desire.
And trembling too, am desperately stout.

Sonnet 68,
Though I was long in coming to the li^ht,
Yet may I mount to fortune's highest

height. Sonnet 98.

I sing the sabbath of eternal rest.

Doomsday. The First Hour, St. 1,

When policy puts on religious cloak.

The Second Hour. St. t9.

Of all things that are feared, the least is

death. St. 75,

Pride hated stands, and doth xmpitied fall.
The Fourth Hour, St. 85,

The weaker sex, to piety moreprone.

The Fifth Hour, St. 65,

His birthright sold, some pottage so to gain.

The Sixth Hour. St. 39,

That queen of nations, absolutely great.

[Rome.] St. 77,

These find withal who have such courses

run.
That generous plainness proves the better

way. The Seventh Hour, St. 35,

Vile avarice and pride, from Heaven accurst.
In all are ill, but in a church -man worst.

St.SG,
Lo, one who loved true honour more than

fame,
A real goodness, not a studied name.

The Eighth Hour St. 109,

Words but direct, example must allure.

The Ninth Hour, St. 113,
Tliat fatal sergeant, Death, spares no degree.

St. 114.
The world's chief idol, nurse of fretting

cares.
Dumb trafficker, yet understood o'er all.

The Tenth Hour. St. SO.
Despair and confidence both banish fear.

St. 55,

[Miss] M. A. STODART (bora e. 1816).
When sorrow sleepeth, wake it not.
But let it slumber on.f

Bong. When Sorrow Slerpcth.

[Rev.] SAMUEL J. STONE (k. 1837}.

The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer.
Hymn. '♦ Weary of Earth:*

t Sm Proverb, " Let sleeping dogs lie.**



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THOMAS STORER (1571-1604).

The short parenthesiB of life wa« sweet,
Bat ghort. Life and Death of Wolsey.

JOSEPH STORY (1779-1846).

Here shall the Pren the People*8 right

maintain,
Unawed hj hiflaence, and unbribed by gain ;
Hare patriot Truth her glorious precepts

draw.
Pledged to Religion, Liberty, and Law.

Motto of the Salem Retfliter.

[Mrs.] HARRIET [BEECHER]
STOWE. n£e Beeeher (1811-1896).

•* Who was your mother ? " ** Never had
none ! *' said the child with another grin.
•^Nerer had any mother? What do you
Biean ? Where were you bom ? " " Never
was bom ! " persisted Topsy.

Uncle Tom's Cabin. Chap, 20.

"Do you know who made you?"
** Nobody, as I knows on, " said the child,
with a snort laugh. The idea appeared to
iunuse her condaerably ; for her eyes twin-
kled, and she added—

" I 'spect I growed. Don't think nobody
neyer made me." lo,

LORD STOWELL (See WILLIAM
SCOTT).

W. STRACHEY (fl. 1698).
Nothing violent lasts.

On Ben Jooson'e ** Bejanus.*'

[Sir] JOHN SUCKLING (1699-1642).

Tis expectation makes a blessing dear ;
Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what
it were. Against Frnliion. St. ^

They who know all the wealth they have are

poor;
He's only rich tliat cannot tell his store.

St, 6.
Her feet beneath her petticoat
like little mice, stole m and out^*

As if they feared the light.
But oh ! she dances such a way^
No sun upon an Easter day

Is half so fine a sight !

Ballad npon a Wedding. St. 8,

Tor streaks of red were mingled there,
Sodi as are on a Catherine pear

(The side thaf s next the sun). St. 10.
Her lipe were red, and one was thin
Compared to that was next her chin,

(Some bee had stung it newly). St. 11,



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See Hcrrick (p. 163) :—

•• Her preV:y feet
Like snails did creep."



Our sins, like to our shadows,

When our day is in its glory, scarce ap-
pear:

Towards our evening how great and mon-
strous

They are ! Aglaura.

Why so pale and wan, fond lover ?
Prithee why so pale ? lb. Song.

She *s pretty to walk with,

And witty to talk with,

And pleasant, too, to think on. Brennoralt

Her face is like the milky waj V the sky,
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.

16.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

The Oobllns.
I thought to undermine the heart
By whispering in the ear.

'Tis now, since I sat down before.

EARL OF SURREY (Henry Howard)

(1616T-1647).
The sootet season, that bud and bloom forth

brings,
With grene hath dad the hill, and eke the

vale. Description of Spring.

And easy sigh^, such as folk drawe in love.^

Prisoner in Windsor, he recounteth his

pleasure there passed.

The farther o£F, the more desirde ; thus lovers
tie their knot.
The FalthftaU Lover dedareth his Paines.

Danger well i)ast remembred works delight.
Bonum est mihi quod humillasti me.

But oft the words come forth awrie of him
that loreth well.

Description of the Fickle Affections,
Pangs, and Bleights of Love.

CHARLES SWAIN (1801-1874).
There's a dignity in labour
Truer than e'er pomp arrayed.

What is noble?

He who seeks the mind's improvement,
Aids the world, in aiding mind. lb.

JONATHAN SWIFT (1667-1746).

He (the emperor) is taller by the breadth
of my nail, than any of his court; which
alone is enough to strike an awe into the
beholders.

OnlliTer's Travels. Voyage to Lilliput,

t Soote = sweet.

X " Not such sorrowful sights as men make
For woe, or ell^ when that folk be siko
But easy sights, snch as been to hke."

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The colonel and his officers were in much
pain, espedally when they saw me take out
my pen-knife.

OuUlTer's Travels. Voyage to Lilliput,

He put this engine [a watchl to our ears,
which made an incessant noise like that of a
water-mill: and we conjecture it is either
some unknown animal or the god that he
worships, but we are more inclined to the
latter opmion. lb,

Flimnap, the treasurer, is allowed to cut a
caper on the straight rope at least an inch
higher than any other lord in the empire.
I haye seen him do the summerset several
times together. lb.

It is alleged, indeed, that the high heels
are most agreeable to our ancient consti-
tution, but, however that may be, his
majesty has determined to make use only of
low heels in the administration. lb.

Begging is a trade unknown in this empire.

lb.

He could not forbear taking me up in his
right hand, and, stroking me gently with the
ouier, after a hearty fit of laugluog, asked
me whether I was a whig or torv.

Voyage to Brobdingnag,

I cannot but conclude the bulk of your
natives to be the most pernicious race of
little odious rermin that nature ever suffered



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