Edmund Burke: “How came they neither to have the choice of kings, or lords, or judges, or generals, or admirals, or bishops, or…”

It was not made to entice the smell of a mole, nuzzling and burying himself in his mother earth, as yours is.

But when the leaders choose to make themselves bidders at an auction of popularity, their talents, in the construction of the state, will be of no service.

They rob only to enable them to cheat; but in a very short time they defeat the ends both of the robbery and the fraud, by making out accounts for other purposes, which blow up their whole apparatus of force and of deception.

They have not more notes in their song than the cuckoo; though, far from the softness of that harbinger of summer and plenty, their voice is as harsh and as ominous as that of the raven.