Quotes from George Canning

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.

When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?

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

But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!

I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.

When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?

A steady patriot of the world alone,The friend of every country but his own.

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.

Give me th'avowed, th'erect, the manly foe,Bold I can meet—perhaps may turn his blow;But of all plagues, good Heav'n, thy wrath can send,Save, save, oh! save me from the Candid Friend!

I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned first.

In matters of commerce the fault of the Dutch Is offering too little and asking too much. The French are with equal advantage content, So we clap on Dutch bottoms just 20%.

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!

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, oh save me from the candid friend!

In matters of commerce the fault of the Dutch Is offering too little and asking too much. The French are with equal advantage content, So we clap on Dutch bottoms just twenty per cent.

Away with the cant of 'Measures not men!'-the idle supposition that it is the harness and not the horses that draw the chariot along.

Man, only - rash, refined, presumptuous man, Starts from his rank, and mars creation's plan.

A steady patriot of the world alone, The friend of every country but his own.

Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, bold I can meet, perhaps may turn his blow! But of all plagues, good Heavens, thy wrath can send, save, save, oh save me from the candid friend!