If this uncouth forest yield anything savage, I will either be food for it or bring it for food to thee.

And [we] coldly see the all-conquering valiant Sons of Toil sit enchanted, by the million, in their Poor-Law Bastille, as if this were Nature’s Law; — mumbling to ourselves some vague janglement of Laissez-faire, Supply-and-demand, Cash-payment the one nexus of man to man: Free-trade, Competition, and Devil take the hindmost, our latest Gospel yet preached!

On nearly the like principles, (mutat. mutand.) the degree of Vice in any given action may be eſtimated.

He might orchestrate the curved lines into stepped, hivelike hills […].