George Canning

If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep,
The sky if no longer dark tempests deform;
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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!

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

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

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

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions read more

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,