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For when his proud feet scorn to touch the mold,
And when with shouts the people do begin,
That he may 'scape the danger he is in ;
The multitude hath multitudes of sin;
Sooth'd with deceits, and fed with flatteries ;
Obey'd no more than he shall tyrannize ;
With one friend winning many enemies :
Drayton's Barons Wars.
Drayton's Dudley to Jane Grey.
While kings are strong, What they'll but think, and not what is, is wrong: Passion is reason, when it speaks from might. I tell thee, man; nor kings, nor gods exempt, They both grow pale, if once they find contempt.
Marston's Sophonisba. Why man, I never was a prince till now. 'Tis not the bai ed pate, the bended knees, Gilt tip staves, Tyrian purple, chairs of state, Troov: of py'd butterflies, that flutter still In greatncis summer, that confirm a prince : 'Tis not th' unsav'ry breath of multitudes, Shouting, and clapping, with confused din, That makes a prince : No, Lucio, he's a king,
A true, right king, that dares do ought, fave wrong ;
Marston's First Part of Antonio and Mellida,
Dekker's Match me in London. Alas! what are we kings ? Why do you gods place us above the rest, To be serv'd, flatter'd, and ador'd; till we Believe we hold within our hands your thunder : And when we come to try the pow'r we have, There's not a leaf fakes at our threatnings ?
Beaumont and Fletcher's Philaser. That king stands furest, who by's virtue rises More than by birth or blood. That prince is rare, Who strives in youth, to save his age from care.
Middleton's Phænix. Misery of princes, That must of force be censur'd by their slaves ! Not only blam’d, for doing things are ill ; But, for not doing all, that all men will.
Webster's White Devil. The lives of princes, should like dials move; Whose regular ex. inple is fo ftrong, They make the times by them go right, or wrong.
Webster, ibid. G 6
And what is't makes this bleffed government;
Webfter's Dutchefs of Malfy.
Webster's Dutchess of Malfy. Kings do often grant That happiness to others, which themselves do want.
Dauborne's Poor Man's Comfort
That's an unhappy ftate,
Goffe's Courageous Turk. Happy's that prince, that ere he rules, shall know, Where the chief errors of his state do grow.
Swetnam, the Woman Hater.
For a king
Men by a ship-boy's fault are rarely drown'd;
Oh! why do princes love to be deceiv'd ?
Maffinger's Emperor of the East. Wherefore pay you This adoration to a sinful creature ? I'm Alesh and blood, as you are; sensible Of heat, and cold ; as much a slave unto The tyranny of my passions, as the meanest of my poor subjects. The proud attributes By oil'd-tongue fatt'ry impos'd upon us, As facred, glorious, high, invincible, The deputy of heaven, and in that Omnipotent ; with all false titles else, Coin’d to abuse our frailty, though compounded, And by the breath of fycophants apply'd, Cure not the least fit of an ague in us. We may give poor men riches ; confer honcurs On undeservers ; raife, or ruin such As are beneath us; and with this puff'd up, Ambition would persuade us to forget That we are men : But he that fits above us, And to whom, at our utmost rate, we are But pageant properties ; derides our weakness: me, to whom you kneel, 'tis most apparent:
Can I call back yesterday, with all their aids
Maslinger's Emperor of the Eas.
Shirley's Politician. When kings leave Their justice, and throw shame upon defervers ; Patience so wounded, turns a fury.
Shirley's Young Admiral. A king that fosters men so dipt in blood; May be callid merciful, but never good.
Sam. Rowley's Noble Spanish Soldier.
-Oh happy kings
John Ford's Perkin Warbeck.