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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 only tyrant I accept in this world is the 'still small voice' within
The only tyrant I accept in this world is the 'still small voice' within
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.]
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.
Tyranny and anarchy are never far asunder.
Tyranny and anarchy are never far asunder.
Tyrants are seldom free; the cares and the instruments of their tyranny enslave them.
Tyrants are seldom free; the cares and the instruments of their tyranny enslave them.
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.
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.
I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster than the years;
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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--
