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226 ÆäÀÌÁö - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ireland never thought of a radical cure, from overlooking the real cause of disease, which in fact lay in themselves, and not in the wretches they doomed to the gallows.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why should not piety be made, As well as equity, a trade, And men get money by devotion, As well as making of a motion ? B...
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ireland; a long series of oppressions, aided by many very ill-judged laws, have brought landlords into a habit of exerting a very lofty superiority, and their vassals into that of an almost unlimited submission: speaking a language that is despised, professing a religion that is abhorred ()and being disarmed, the poor find themselves in many cases slaves even in the bosom of written liberty.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... and, having taken the administration of justice into their own hands, were not very exact in the distribution of it.
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - The glorious, pious and immortal memory of the great and good King William — not forgetting Oliver Cromwell, who assisted in redeeming us from Popery, slavery, arbitrary power, brass money and wooden shoes.
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm, In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - You do me honor overmuch. You have given to the subaltern all the credit of a superior. There are men engaged in this conspiracy who are not only superior to me, but even to your own conceptions of yourself, my lord; men, before the...
309 ÆäÀÌÁö - The rod of oppression is the wand of this enchanter, and the book of his spells is the penal code. Break the wand of this political Prospero, and take from him the volume of his magic, and he will evoke the spirits which are now under his control no longer. But why should I have recourse to illustration which may be accounted fantastical, in order to elucidate what is in itself so plain and obvious ? Protestant gentlemen, who do me the honour to listen to me, look, I pray you, a little dispassionately...
292 ÆäÀÌÁö - is the friend of Peel— -the bloody Perceval, and the candid and manly Mr. Peel — and he is our friend ! and he is everybody's friend ! The friend of the Catholic was the friend of the bloody Perceval, and is the friend of the candid and manly Mr.

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