Where They Do Agree On

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.

Madam, A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge; It Blossoms Through The Year. And Depend On It That They Who Are So Fond Of Handling The Leaves, Will Long For The Fruit At Last.

I Loved Him For Himself Alone.

Give Them A Corrupt House Of Lords, Give Them A Venal House Of Commons, Give They A Tyrannical Prince, Give Them A Truckling Court, And Let Me Have But An Unfettered Press. I Will Defy Them To Encroach A Hair's Breadth Upon The Liberties Of England.

Our Memories Are Independent Of Our Wills.