440 THE RIGHTEOUS KING 'HE power of kings, if rightly understood, THE is but a grant from heaven of doing good; proud tyrants, who maliciously destroy, and ride o'er ruins with malignant joy, humbled in dust, soon to their cost shall know and joyful happy crowds support their throne. W. SOMERVILE 441 EDIPUS ON HEARING HIS NAME CALLED OUT BY THE GHOST HEN the sun sets, shadows that shew'd at noon WHE but small, appear most long and terrible; so when we think fate hovers o'er our heads, grow babbling ghosts and call us to our graves: DRYDEN AND LEE 442 VI VIRTUE AND AMBITION VIRTUE hath not half so much trouble in it: it sleeps quietly, without startings and affrighting fancies; it looks cheerfully; smiles with much serenity; and though it laughs not often, yet it is ever delightful in the apprehensions of some faculty; it fears no man, nor no thing, nor is it decomposed; and hath no concernments in the great alterations of the world, and entertains death like a friend, and reckons the issues 443 444 of it as the greatest of its hopes. But ambition is full of distractions; it teems with stratagems, and is swelled with expectations; and sleeps sometimes, as the wind in a storm still and quiet for a minute, that it may burst out into an impetuous blast, till the cordage of his heart-strings crack. SAMSON TO MANOAH that solicitation. Let me here, PARE that proposal, Father; spare the trouble as I deserve, pay on my punishment; how heinous had the fact been, how deserving the mark of fool set on his front! But I J. MILTON DUTIES RELATIVE TO THE PUBLIC 'HE single and peculiar life is bound, THER with all the strength and armour of the mind, to keep itself from noyance; but much more that spirit upon whose weal depend and rest the lives of many. The cease of majesty dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw what's near it with it: it is a massy wheel, fixed on the summit of the highest mount, to whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, each small annexment, petty consequence, attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone did the king sigh, but with a general groan. W. SHAKESPEARE 445 Me. SUCH MEROPE-POLYPHONTES UCH chance as killed the father, killed the sons. Me. Tyrants think him they murder not they spare. Po. Doubtless thou reckonest on the hope of friends. 446 447 BUT THE DYING GREEK M. ARNOLD UT he cried, "Phantoms of the free, we come! armies of the Eternal, ye who strike to dust the citadels of sanguine kings, and shake the souls throned on their stony hearts, whose fame, though earth betray the dust it clasped, progenitors of all that yet is great, in your high ministrations, us, your sons— D MALEFORT'S DESPAIR P. B. SHELLEY O, do rage on! rend open, Æolus, thy brazen prison, and let loose at once thy stormy issue! Blustering Boreas, aided with all the gales, can't raise a tempest with whirlwinds, and each guilty thought to me is P. MASSINGER 448 BEATRICE TO HER FATHER COUNT CENCI ETIRE thou, impious man! Ay, hide thyself and start if thou but hear a human step: P. B. SHELLEY 449 BEATRICE TO HER STEP-MOTHER LUCRETIA 450 AFTER THE MURDER OF COUNT CENCI HAT is done wisely, is done well. Be bold WHAT as thou art just.. 'Tis like a truant child, to fear that others know what thou hast done, even from thine own strong consciousness, and thus all thou wouldst hide. Be faithful to thyself, Med. LEV MEDEA AND HER NURSE P. B. SHELLEY EVIS est dolor qui capere consilium potest et clepere sese. Magna non latitant mala. Libet ire contra. Nutr. Siste furialem impetum, alumna: vix te tacita defendit quies. Med. Fortuna fortes metuit, ignavos premit. Nutr. Tunc est probanda si locum virtus habet. Med. Nunquam potest non esse virtuti locus. nihilque superest opibus e tantis tibi. Med. Medea superest: hic mare et terras vides, ferrumque et ignes et deos et fulmina. L. A. SENECA 451 MARCIA THE DAUGHTER OF CATO JUBA TO SYPHAX IS not a set of features or complexion, 'The tincture of a skin, that I admire; beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, shines out in everything she acts or speaks, J. ADDISON 452 IF IPHIGENIA BEFORE THOAS F I concealed, O King, my name, my race, a shuddering horror would possess thy heart; and period to my wanderings is ordained, J. F. GOETHE |