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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.
None but tyrants have any business to be afraid.
[Fr., Fr., Il n'appartient, qu'aux tyrans d'etre toujours en
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None but tyrants have any business to be afraid.
[Fr., Fr., Il n'appartient, qu'aux tyrans d'etre toujours en
crainte.]
Any excuse will serve a tyrant.
Any excuse will serve a tyrant.
A king ruleth as he ought, a tyrant as he lists, a king to the
profit of all, a read more
A king ruleth as he ought, a tyrant as he lists, a king to the
profit of all, a tyrant only to please a few.
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?
When the tyrant has disposed of foreign enemies by conquest or treaty and there is nothing to fear from them, read more
When the tyrant has disposed of foreign enemies by conquest or treaty and there is nothing to fear from them, then he is always stirring up some war or other, in order that the people may require a leader.
There is nothing more hostile to a city that a tyrant, under whom
in the first and chiefest place, read more
There is nothing more hostile to a city that a tyrant, under whom
in the first and chiefest place, there are not laws in common,
but one man, keeping the law himself to himself, has the sway,
and this is no longer equal.
'Twixt kings and tyrans there's this difference known:
Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their owne.
'Twixt kings and tyrans there's this difference known:
Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their owne.
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!