ThursdaySep 03, 2026
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.
Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir.
I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned first.
No, here 's to the pilot that weathered the storm!
I called the New World into existence to redress the balance of the Old.
Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, Bold I can meet,perhaps may turn his blow! But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh save me from the candid friend!
And finds, with keen, discriminating sight, Black 's not so black,nor white so very white.
Give me the avowed, the erect, and manly foe, Bold I can meet, perhaps may turn the blow; But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh save me from the candid friend!
And finds with keen, discriminating sight, Black's not so black - nor white so very white.
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend.
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