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An evil king : And so must fuch be still,
· Fohnson on King James.
Ibid. Good princes foar above their fame ;
And in their worth
Come greater forth, Than in their name.
Johnson's Masques. Princes that would their people should do well, Mult at themselves begin, as at the head; For men, by their example, patttern out Their imitations, and regard of laws : A virtuous court a world to virtue draws.
Johnson's Cynthia's Revels. That prince doth high in virtue's reck’ning itand; That will intreat a vice, and not command.
Chapman's Bufey D'ambois. What monstrous humours feed a prince's blood ; Being bad to good men, and to bad men good.
Chapman's Firft Part of Byron's Conspiracy. Tell your king, that he neglects Old friends for new ; and lets his soothed ease Above his honour ; marshals his policy In rank before his justice ; and his profit Before his royalty : His humanity gone, To make me no repayment of mine own.
Ibido When sovereign princes dare Do injury to thofe that live beneath them, They turn worth pity, and their pray'rs; and 'tis
In the free pow'r of those whom they oppress
Chapman and Shirley's Admiral of France.
Daniel's Civil War. l'or tho' this bounty, and this lib'ralness,
A glorious virtue be; it better fits
Give not their own, but others benefits :
Deltroying far more love, than it begets.
ibid. Which, to himself, made him with grief inveigh
Againit diltemper'd kings; who often are Ill warrants for their own affairs ; and weigh
Their lults more than their dignity by far :
Their great dcligns ; what danger, and what care:
How their high favours like as fig-trees are,
That grow upon the sides of rocks ; where they Who reach their fruit, adventure must so far,
As t'hazard their deep downfal and decay :
Burns out the present matter, and away :
Daniei's Civil War.
E. of Sterline's Darius. Oftormy state of kings, vain mortals choice,
The glorious height, whence greatness groans to fall! Ah! we, who courting fame, do hunt each voice,
To seem but sov'reign, must be slaves to all :
On envy'd scepters weakly we rely;
Not only th' earth, but heav'ns themselves defy.
Which are puťd up with popular applause ; A state extended by our neighbour's loss,
For further trouble, but procures a cause. I fortune's dark eclipse cloud glory's light, Then what avails that pomp, which pride doth
claim ? A mere illufion, made to mock the light,
Whose best was but the shadow of a dream. Of glasfy scepters, let frail greatness vaunt ;
Not fcepters, no, but reeds, which rais'd up, break; And let eye-flatt'ring shews our wits enchant, All perish'd are, ere of their pomp men speak.
Those golden palaces, those gorgeous halls,
With.furniture superfluously fair ;
Do vanish all like vapours in the air.
Which still must travel to hold others down; Whilst all our guards not guard us from our fears,
Such toil attends the glory of a crown! Our painted pleasures but apparel pain :
We spend our nights in fear, our days in dangers ; Sparks shot by stars, flaves bound to fortune's reign : Though known to all, yet to ourselves but ftrangers
. A Golden crown doth cover leaden cares ;
The scepter cannot lull their thoughts asleep, Whose fouls are drown'd with floods of cold despairs;
Of which, base vulgars cannot found the deep. The bramble grows, altho it be obscure,
Whilft lofty cedars feel the bluft'ring winds; And mild plebeian souls. may live secure,
Whilt mighty tempests toss imperial minds. What are our days but dreams ? our reign a glance ?
Whildt fortune's fever makes us rage and rave, Which with strange fits doth to a height advance ;
'Till, e're pain us, we first our life must leave. For glift'ring greatness by ambition lov'd,
I was the wonder of all gazing eyes ;
E. of Sterline's Darius Kings, govern people; over-rack them not :
Fleece us, but do not clip us to the quick;
The good doth vanish, where the ill doth stick :
Lord Brooke's Alaham.
Lord Brooke's Muftapba.
Ah hum'rous kings ! how are you tofs'd, like waves,
Lord Brooke's Musapha.
Stirring, and tosling waves to war each other i
As if confufion were the scepter's mother.
Lord Brooke's Alaham.
Lord Brooke's Mustapha,
That he is with a diadem invested ;
Within whose circle he is but arrested :
With sweeter cates the mean eitate is feafted :