The Corporation Annual, Or Recollections (not Random) of the First Reformed Town Council of the Borough of Newcastle Upon Tyne

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Page 18 - with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone : hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
Page 23 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 10 - Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet; I only wear it in a land of Hectors, Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers, and directors.
Page 13 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Page 55 - Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
Page 16 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! Ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Page 20 - The gentles ye wad ne'er envy 'em. It's true, they need na starve or sweat, Thro' winter's cauld, or simmer's heat ; They've nae sair wark to craze their banes, An' fill auld age wi' grips an' granes : But human bodies are sic fools, For a...
Page 3 - THINK the first virtue is to restrain the tongue; he approaches nearest to the gods who knows how to be silent, even though he is in the right.
Page 37 - He could raise scruples dark and nice, And after solve 'em in a trice ; As if Divinity had catch'd The itch, on purpose to be scratch'd...
Page 5 - A maiden never bold ; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at herself...

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