Thank you, madam, the agony is abated.

For every dollar abated, the tax is shifted to someone else.

Thank you, Mr. President.

When some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St Paul's.

They [the Nabobs] raised the price of everything in their neighbourhood, from fresh eggs to rotten boroughs.

And lastly, let us provide in our Constitution for its revision at stated periods