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 His legs bestrid the ocean: his reared arm
 Crested the world: his voice was propertied
  As all read more 
 His legs bestrid the ocean: his reared arm
 Crested the world: his voice was propertied
  As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
   But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
    He was as rattling thunder. 
 He who knows how to dissimulate knows how to reign.
 [Fr., Qui nescit dissimulare, nescit regnare.]  
 He who knows how to dissimulate knows how to reign.
 [Fr., Qui nescit dissimulare, nescit regnare.] 
 Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of 
thorns.  
 Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of 
thorns. 
 Every subject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is 
his own.  
 Every subject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is 
his own. 
 But all's to no end, for the time will not mend
 Till the King enjoys his own again.  
 But all's to no end, for the time will not mend
 Till the King enjoys his own again. 
 The first art to be learned by a ruler is to endure envy.
 [Lat., Ars prima regni posse te read more 
 The first art to be learned by a ruler is to endure envy.
 [Lat., Ars prima regni posse te invidiam pati.] 
 Over all good things certain, this is sure indeed,
 Suffer not the old King, for we know the breed.  
 Over all good things certain, this is sure indeed,
 Suffer not the old King, for we know the breed. 
 Princes that would their people should do well
 Must at themselves begin, as at the head;
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 Princes that would their people should do well
 Must at themselves begin, as at the head;
  For men, by their example, pattern out
   Their limitations, and regard of laws:
    A virtuous court a world to virtue draws. 
 There was a king of Thule,
 Was faithful till the grave,
  To whom his mistress dying,
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 There was a king of Thule,
 Was faithful till the grave,
  To whom his mistress dying,
   A golden goblet gave.
    [Ger., Es war ein Konig in Tule
     Gar treu bis an das Grab,
      Dem sterbend seine Buhle
       Einen gold'nen Becher gab.]