“Whether we assert our rights by sea, or attempt their maintenance by land—whithersoever we turn ourselves, this phantom incessantly pursues us. Already has it had too much influence on the councils of the nation.”

—  Henry Clay

Speech on the Line of the Perdido, Senate (25 December 1810).

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American politician from Kentucky 1777–1852

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