Henry Fielding ( 9 of 29 )
The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot,
And when fate writ my name it made a blot.
The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot,
And when fate writ my name it made a blot.
Money is the fruit of evil, as often as the root of it.
Money is the fruit of evil, as often as the root of it.
This story will never go down.
This story will never go down.
Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and
both cracked.
Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and
both cracked.
Conscience--the only incorruptible thing about us.
Conscience--the only incorruptible thing about us.
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food
It ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood--
Our read more
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food
It ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood--
Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good.
Oh! the roast beef of England.
And Old England's roast beef.
None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than
three estates, namely, Kings, Lords read more
None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than
three estates, namely, Kings, Lords and Commons . . . passing by
in silence that very large and powerful body which form the
fourth estate in the community . . . the Mob.
Now, in reality, the world have paid too great a compliment to critics, and have imagined them to be men read more
Now, in reality, the world have paid too great a compliment to critics, and have imagined them to be men of much greater profundity then they really are.
