It not only congratulates the Pope, but panegyrizes his Holiness, extols the college of cardinals and the bishops of Italy, calls upon the ashes of the martyrs to rejoice, apostrophizes Peter and Paul, and pays many fine compliments to happy Britain, although dissentient from the Romish faith;—it then reverts, in conclusion, to the Pope, and ends with intreating his blessing and assuring him of the prayers of his Irish congratulators. / We fear that the master of the ceremonies to his Holiness will find fault with one passage, where the congratulators say—“sancta genua cupidissime osculati”—we passionately kiss your holy knees.

[W]ho ſo euer weyeth mans actes groundly, and of his lyfe the hole proces, he ſhal fynde moſte manifeſtly, and by reaſone ſhall be conſtrayned playnly to confeſſe, that this highe prouydence is not onely declared by ſuch dedes and and actes of man, as appere to the worlde to be good and vertuous, but alſo moche more by other, whiche ſeme peſtilent and pernicious, and to all vertue contrarye.

Private-equity nabobs bristle at being dubbed mere financiers.[…]Much of their pleading is public-relations bluster. Clever financial ploys are what have made billionaires of the industry’s veterans. “Operational improvement” in a portfolio company has often meant little more than promising colossal bonuses to sitting chief executives if they meet ambitious growth targets. That model is still prevalent today.

It was a figure quite out of key with that lonely landscape, for it wore a panama hat and a neat dark suit, cut to the order of present day dandyism, which required coats to be tight-waisted up to the armpits and trousers belted in that they might bulge out into extra wide mathematically squared bags.