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From a grave thinking mouser, she was grown
The gayest flirt that coach'd it round the town.

— William Pitt

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The press is like the air, a chartered libertine.

If I were an American, as I am on Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country I never would lay down my arms, never! never! never!

Unlimited power corrupts the possessor.

speaking of the case of John Wilkes (1770)

My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots
About their heads are flying!

A strong nor'-wester's blowing, Bill!
Hark! don't ye hear it roar now?
Lord help 'em, how I pities them
Unhappy folks on shore now!

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