True to himself and others; with whom both
Did bind alike, a promife and an oath.

As flattery too oft like friendship fhews,

Cartwright.

So them who speak plain truth, we think our foes.

Denham.

Vice for a time may shine, and virtue figh;
But truth like heav'n's fun plainly doth reveal,
And fcourge or crown, what darkness did conceal.

Oh truth,

Davenport's City-Nightcap.

Thou art, whilft tenant in a noble breast,

A crown of crystal in an iv'ry chest !

Davenport's King John and Matilda.

Truth is not feen by judgments prepoffett,
No more than light by eyes with rheum oppreft.

TYRANTS.

Fane's Sacrifice.

The courts of kings with fycophants do fwarm;
Tyrants do want no inftruments of harm.

Mirror for Magiftrates.

Hell halleth tyrants down to death amain;
Was never yet, nor fhall be, cruel deed
Left unrewarded with as cruel meed.

Mirror for Magiftrates. They have fupple knees, fleak'd brows, but hearts of gall: The bitterness fhall be wafh'd off with blood;

Tyrants fwim fafeft in a cryftal flood.

Marloe's Luft's Dominion.

I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants fears
Decrease not, but grow fafter than their years.

Shakespear's Pericles.

Why fhould Cafar be a tyrant then?
Poor man! I know he wou'd not be a wolf,
But that he fees the Romans are but sheep;
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.

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Shakespear's Julius Caefar.

-Tyrants

Tyrants arts,

Are to give flatt'rers grace; accufers, pow'r ;
That thofe may feem to kill, whom they devour.

Woe be to that state,

Johnson's Sejanus.

Where treach'ry guards, and ruin makes men great! Chapman's Revenge of Buffy D'ambois.

Th' afpirer once attain'd unto the top,

Cuts off thofe means by which himself got up:
And with a harder hand, and ftraighter rein,
Doth curb that looseness he did find before;
Doubting th' occafion like might ferve again :
His own example makes him fear the more.

Daniel's Civil War.

Of Tyrants ev❜n the wrong revenge affords;
All fear but theirs, and they fear all mens fwords.

E. of Sterline's Julius Cæfar.

The people who by force fubdu'd remain,
May pity thofe by whom oppreft they rest ;
They but one tyrant have, whereas there reign
A thousand tyrants, in one tyrant's breast.

Thus tyranny, their brood whofe courage fails,
Doth force the parent in despair to fall;
To fight a daftard; proud when it prevails,
But yet, as fear'd of all, doth ftill fear all :
And tyrants no fecurity can find,

For ev'ry fhadow frights a guilty mind.

Ibid.

E. of Sterline's Cræfus.

Tyrants! why fwell you thus against your makers?

Is rais'd equality fo foon grown wild?

Dare you deprive your people of fucceffion,

Which thrones, and scepters, on their freedoms build? Have fear, or love, in greatnefs no impreffion?

Since people who did raise you to the crown,

Are ladders ftanding ftill to let you down.

Lord Brooke's Mustapha.

Even tyrants covet to uphold their fame;
Not fearing evil deeds, but evil name.

Lord Brooke's Mustapha.

For dreadful is that pow'r that all may do;
Yet they, that all men fear, are fearful too.

Men would be tyrants, tyrants would be gods;
Thus they become our fcourges, we their rods.

Ibid.

Lord Brooke of Wars.

All fence the tree, that ferveth for a shade,
Whofe big-grown body doth bear off the wind,
Till that his waftful branches do invade

The new-fprung plants, and them in prifon bind;
When as a tyrant to his weaker made,

And as a vile devourer of his kind,

All lend their hands at his large root to hew,

Whofe greatness hind'reth others that would grow. Drayton's Barons Wars.

-Alas,

What in a man fequefter'd from the world,
Or in a private perfon, is preferr'd,

No policy allows of in a king!

To be or juft, or thankful, makes kings guilty;
And faith, though prais'd, is punish'd, that fupports
Such as good fate forfakes. Join with the gods,
Obferve the man they favour, leave the wretched;
The ftars are not more diftant from the earth,
Than profit is from honefty; all the pow'r,
Prerogative, and greatnefs of a prince,
Is loft, if he defcend once but to fteer
His courfe, as what's right guides him let him leave
The scepter, that ftrives only to be good,
Since kingdoms are maintain'd, by force and blood.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Falfe One.
Leave not thy blade unfheath'd; a tyrant's heart
To his own fword a fcabbard fhould impart.

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True Trojans.

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A tyrant's growth

Rear'd up by ruins, thence may learn his fall:
For whom all fear, he justly feareth all.

For tyrants feldom dye

Of a dry death; it waiteth at their gate,
Dreft in the colour of their robes of state.

True Trojans.

Aleyn's Henry VII, Good kings are mourn'd for after life, but ill, And fuch as govern'd only by their will, And not their reason, unlamented fall: No good mens tears fhed at their funeral.

Mafinger's Roman Astor.
Learn by my harms to efchew tyranny;
It was thy dying father's legacy,

And fhall be mine too; and I leave thee more
In that, than in my splendid wreath of ore:
For cruel acts, in them, their torments have;
Guilt on our fouls, blots on our names they leave.
Baron's Mirza.
'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this diff'rence known,
Kings feek their fubjects good, tyrants their own.

-Fear no ftain ;

Herrick

A tyrant's blood doth wash the hand that spills it.

Cartwright's Siege. Tyrants and devils think all pleasures vain, But what are still deriv'd from others pain.

Sir William Davenant's Siege of Rhodes.

For this to tyranny belongs,
To forget fervice, but remember wrongs.

Denham's Sophy.

All the ambitious for the throne would fight,
For where none has the title, all have right:
Thus whilft we caft a bloody tyrant down
By blood, we raise another to the crown.
fis this, 'tis this, which chiefly frightens me,
We may change tyrants, not the tyranny :

Where

Where force is title, force muft make it good;
And who comes in by arms, muft reign by blood.
Earl of Orrery's Tryphon.
When heav'n admits a tyrant to a throne,
'Tis but from vafter heights to caft him down;
To do it, whilft he's climbing, would appear
A lefs revenge, than being feated there:
And fince fuch guilt does moft the gods incenfe,
The punishment fhould equal the offence.

For Rome has had a long fucceffion

Of ftate ufurpers; when this Hydra's head
Is cut away, another may bud forth:

Ibid.

Pray heav'n, we have no caufe, with that old beldam
Of Syracufa, in our fruitless wishes,
To dig our ancient tyrants up again.

1. While glorious murderers

Marcus Tullius Cicero.

Destroy mankind, to form a tyranny,
We'll deftroy tyranny, to form mankind.
2. Tis true; how cruel is it and unjust,
Whole nations fhould in forrow live and die,
That one great lion may his luft enjoy?

Crown's Darius.

Of daring not to do a wrong, is true
Valour; flight it, being done to you.

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