That no man better understands it now.
Him in our body-corporate we chose,
And, once among us, he above us rose;
Stepping from post to post, he reach'd the chair,
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And there he now reposes—that's the mayor.
But 'tis not he, 'tis not the kinder few,
The mild, the good, who can our peace renew;
A peevish humour swells in every eye,
The warm are angry, and the cool are shy;