Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that
Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice--
The weakness and the wickedness of luxury--
The negligence--the apathy--the evils
Of sensual sloth--produces ten thousand tyrants,
Whose delegated cruelty surpasses
The worst acts of one energetic master,
However harsh and hard in his own bearing.
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The tyrant now
Trusts not to men: nightly within his chamber
The watch-dog guards his couch, the read more
The tyrant now
Trusts not to men: nightly within his chamber
The watch-dog guards his couch, the only friend
He now dare trust.
The distrust of wit is the beginning of tyranny.
The distrust of wit is the beginning of tyranny.
Every tyrant who has lived has believed in freedom--for himself.
Every tyrant who has lived has believed in freedom--for himself.
The tyranny of a prince in an oligarchy is not so dangerous to the public welfare as the apathy of read more
The tyranny of a prince in an oligarchy is not so dangerous to the public welfare as the apathy of a citizen in a democracy
Hateful is the power, and pitiable is the life, of those who wish to be feared rather than loved.
Hateful is the power, and pitiable is the life, of those who wish to be feared rather than loved.
Tyranny
Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem
None rebels except subjects? The prince who
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Tyranny
Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem
None rebels except subjects? The prince who
Neglects or violates his trust is more
A brigand than the robber-chief.
The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins
The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins
His demand
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
Bur from deceit, bred by necessity;
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His demand
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
Bur from deceit, bred by necessity;
For how can tyrants safely govern home
Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
Bleed, bleed, poor Country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee; read more
Bleed, bleed, poor Country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee; wear thou thy wrongs,
The title is affeered!
