| Author |
Quotes |
| Aneurin Bevan | This island is made mainly of coal and surrounded by fish. Only an organizing genius could produce a shortage of coal and fish at the same time. |
| Benjamin Disraeli | We are indeed a nation of shopkeepers. |
| Bertrand Barere | Let Pitt then boast of his victory to his nation of shopkeepers. |
| Bertrand Barere | In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the English. |
| Charles Churchill | Be England what she will, With all her faults, she is my country still. |
| Edmund Burke | The men of England--the men, I mean of light and leading in England. |
| Eliza Cook | 'Tis a glorious charter, deny it who can, That's breathed in the words, "I'm an Englishman." |
| Hon Sir George Eulas Foster | In these troublesome days when the great Mother Empire stands splendidly isolated in Europe. |
| Hon Sir George Eulas Foster | They amuse themselves sadly as in the custom of their country. |
| Jacques Benigue Bossuet | Ah! the perfidious English! |
| John Dryden | Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail, Our lion now will foreign foes assail. |
| Mrs Susannah Centlivre | Where are the rough brave Britons to be found With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned? |
| Philip James Bailey | England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee! |
| Robert Burton | England is a paradise for women, and hell for horses: Italy is a paradise for horses, hell for women. |
| Thomas Campbell | Men of England! who inherit Rights that cost your sires their blood. |
| Thomas Campbell | Britannia needs no bulwarks No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain wave, Her home is on the deep. |
| Thomas Campbell | In England three are sixty different religions, and only one sauce. |
| Thomas Carlyle | Providence has given to the French the empire of the land, to the English that of the sea, to the Germans that of--the air! |
| Thomas Carlyle | A certain man has called us, "of all peoples the wisest in action," but he added, "the stupidest in speech." |
| Unattributed Author | Those pigmy tribes of Panton street, Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak, Obedient to a tyrant's yoke. |
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