Some wit of old--such wits of old there were-- Whose hints show'd meaning, whose allusions care, By one brave stroke to mark all human kind, Call'd clear blank paper ev'ry infant mind; When still, as opening sense her dictates wrote, Fair virtue put a seal, or vice a blot.
Franklin reflects on the nature of human potential and the impact of upbringing.
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For a piece of baize, or a pot full of brandy, or the like, they could get a piece of ground, which at present would be worth more than 290l. sterling." Ib.
II. p. 118.--The truth is, that the Indians considered their lands as mere hunting-manors, and not as farms.
I have seen generations born, flourish, and expire.
You are a member of that parliament, and have formed part of that majority, which has condemned my native country to destruction.
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