Merciful heaven,
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man,
Dressed in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured
His glassy essence--like an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
would all themselves laugh mortal.
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The weaker the man in authority... the stronger his insistence that all his privileges be acknowledged.
The weaker the man in authority... the stronger his insistence that all his privileges be acknowledged.
Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit read more
Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more.
All authority must be out of a man's self, turned . . . either
upon an art, or upon read more
All authority must be out of a man's self, turned . . . either
upon an art, or upon a man.
- Francis Bacon,
I have heard a greater storm in a boiling pot.
I have heard a greater storm in a boiling pot.
When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.
When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.
He who rules by moral force is like the pole star, which remains
in place while all the lesser read more
He who rules by moral force is like the pole star, which remains
in place while all the lesser stars do homage to it.
Shall remain!
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you
His absolute 'shall'?
Shall remain!
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you
His absolute 'shall'?
For if I be an offender, or have committed any thing worthy of
death, I refuse not to die: read more
For if I be an offender, or have committed any thing worthy of
death, I refuse not to die: but if there be none of these things
whereof these accuse me, no man may deliver me unto them. I
appeal unto Caesar.
Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
