For what is he they follow? Truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
One raised in blood and one in blood established;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughtered those that were the means to help him;
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been God's enemy.
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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.
Of all tyrannies a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive.
Of all tyrannies a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive.
The closed door and the sealed lips are prerequisites to tyranny.
The closed door and the sealed lips are prerequisites to tyranny.
Tyrant, step from the throne, and give place to thy master.
[Fr., Tyran, descends du trone et fais place read more
Tyrant, step from the throne, and give place to thy master.
[Fr., Tyran, descends du trone et fais place a ton maitre.]
Men are still men. The despot's wickedness
Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess,--
Comes of read more
Men are still men. The despot's wickedness
Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess,--
Comes of the purple he from childhood wears,
Slaves would be tyrants if the chance were theirs.
No tyrant need fear till men begin to feel confident in each
other.
No tyrant need fear till men begin to feel confident in each
other.
I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than the years;
And should read more
I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than the years;
And should he doubt it, as no doubt he doth,
That I should open to the list'ning air
How many worthy princes' bloods were shed
To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,
To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms
And make pretense of wrong that I have done him;
When all, for mine, if I may call offense,
Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence;
Which love to all, of which thyself art one,
Who now reproved'st me for't--
This tyrant, whole sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest; you have loved him well;
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This tyrant, whole sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest; you have loved him well;
He hath not touched you yet.
Under conditions of tyranny it is far easier to act than to think.
Under conditions of tyranny it is far easier to act than to think.
