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

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

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!

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