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The world is made up for the most part of morons and natural tyrants, sure of themselves, strong in their read more
The world is made up for the most part of morons and natural tyrants, sure of themselves, strong in their own opinions, never doubting anything.
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.
Every tyrant who has lived has believed in freedom--for himself.
Every tyrant who has lived has believed in freedom--for himself.
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
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.
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 tyranny of a prince in an oligarchy is not so dangerous to the public welfare as the apathy of read more
The tyranny of a prince in an oligarchy is not so dangerous to the public welfare as the apathy of a citizen in a democracy
The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins
The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins
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--
