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Trying to determine what is going on in the world by reading newspapers is like trying to tell the time read more
Trying to determine what is going on in the world by reading newspapers is like trying to tell the time by watching the second hand of a clock.
Did Charity prevail, the press would prove
A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.
Did Charity prevail, the press would prove
A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.
Nobody's interested in sweetness and light.
Nobody's interested in sweetness and light.
Caused by a dearth of scandal should the vapors
Distress our fair ones--let them read the prayers.
Caused by a dearth of scandal should the vapors
Distress our fair ones--let them read the prayers.
How shall I speak thee, or thy power address
Thou God of our idolatry, the Press.
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How shall I speak thee, or thy power address
Thou God of our idolatry, the Press.
. . . .
Like Eden's dead probationary tree,
Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.
Advertisements are of great use to the vulgar. First of all, as
they are instruments of ambition. A man read more
Advertisements are of great use to the vulgar. First of all, as
they are instruments of ambition. A man that is by no means big
enough for the Gazette, may easily creep into the advertisements;
by which means we often see an apothecary in the same paper of
news with a plenipotentiary, or a running footman with an
ambassador.
Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in read more
Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it:
A chield's amang you takin notes,
And, faith, he'll prent it.
The press, like fire, is an excellent servant, but a terrible master.
The press, like fire, is an excellent servant, but a terrible master.
A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon,
A monthly scribbler of some low lampoon,
Condemn'd to drudge, the read more
A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon,
A monthly scribbler of some low lampoon,
Condemn'd to drudge, the meanest of the mean,
And furbish falsehoods for a magazine.
