28 Quotes by George Canning

I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned first - / Wretch! whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance; / Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded, / Spiritless outcast!

But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, / Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!

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

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 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 twenty per cent.

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

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.

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.

Man, only - rash, refined, presumptuous man, Starts from his rank, and mars creation's plan.