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, oh save me from the candid friend!
Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.
I called the New World into existence, to redress the balance of the Old.
Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.