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him? When jealousy, or any other caprice swims in his brain, can our fulsome compliments restore him to his good humour? The canopy embroidered with pearl and gold under which he lies, has no virtue to relieve fits of the cholic. At the first twitch of the gout, it is to much purpose to be called Sire, and your Majesty. Does he not forget his palaces and grandeur ? All the real advantages of princes are common to them with other orders of men. It is for the Gods to mount winged horses and feed upon ambrosia : kings have no other sleep and no other appetire than we; their crowns neither defend them from the rain nor the sun. They are but men at the best, and if ill shaped from the birth, the empire of the universe cannot set them to rights.

The flatterers of Alexander possessed hiin with the idea, that he was the son of Jupiter; but being one day wounded, and observing the blood stream from his wound, what say you now, said he, is not this of a crimson colour, and in all respects like the blood of a human being ?


Essays, b. 1. cb. 42. CANUTE, the greatest and most powerful monarch of his time, sovereign of Denmark and Norway, as well as of England, could not fail of meeting with adulation from his courtiers, a tribute which is liberally paid, even to the meanest and weakest princes. Some of his flatterers breaking out, one day, in admiration of his grandeur, exclaimed that every thing was possible for him;


upon which the monarch, it is said, ordered his chair to be set on the sea shore while the tide was rising; and as the waters approached, he commanded them to retire, and to obey the voice of hiin who was lord of the ocean. He feigned to sit some time in expectation of their subinission; but when the sea still advanced towards him, and began to wash him with its billows, he turned to his courtiers, and remarked to them, that every creature in the universe was feeble and impotent, and that power resided with one being alone, in whose hands were all the elements of nature ; who could say to the ocean, Thus far shalt thou go

and no farther; and who could level with his nod the most towering piles of hunan grandeur and ambition.


History of England, vol. i. p. 152. UNBOUNDED power and height of greatness

give To kings that lustre, which we think divine; The wise who know them, know they are but men Nay sometimes weak ones top.


Ambitious Step-Motber, Act. 2. Could I forget I am a man, as thou art, Would not the winter's cold, or summer's heat, Sickness or thirst, and hunger, all the train Of nature's clamorous appetites, asserting An equal right in kings and common men, Reprove me daily?

IDEM. Tamerlane, Act 2,

To say,

Ha Regan! ha Goneril! they flattered me like a dog, and told me I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. ay, and no, to every thing that I said-ay and no, too, was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my biu. ding; there I found 'em, there I smelt 'em out. Go to, they are not men of their words : they told me I was every thing : ’ris a lie, I am not ague-proof.


Lear, Act. 4. Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and

blood With 'solemn rev'rence: throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while. I live on bread like you, feel want like you ; Taste grief, need friends, like you : subjected

thus, How can you say to me I am a king?

IDEM. Richard II. Act. III, SC, 2.

I CANNOT tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you ;
We both have fed as well; and we can both
Endure the winter's cold as well as he.
For once upon a raw and gusty day,


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The troubl’a Tyber chafing with his shores,
Cæsar says to me, Dar’st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point ?-Upon the word,
Accoutr'd as I was, I plunged in,
And bid him follow; so indeed he did.
The'torrent roar'd!, and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside,
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point propos’d,
Cæsar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
1, as Eneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear; so from the waves of

Did I the tired Cæsar. And this man
Is now become a God; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.

He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake. 'Tis true, this God did

His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye whose bend does awe the

Did lose its lustre ; I did hear him groan :
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the

Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius,
As a sick girl! Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,

A man

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A man of such a feeble temper should

get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like à Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep

about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Brutus--and Cæsar-What should be in that

Cæsar? Why should that name be sounded more than

yours? Write them together, your's is as fair a name : Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well: Weigh them, it is as heavy: conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. Now, in the name of all the gods at once, Upon what meats does this our Cæsar feed That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art sham'd, Rome thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods. When went there by an age since the great flood, But it was fam'd with more than one man ? Oh you

and I have heard our fathers say!!

IDEM. Julius Cæsar, Act, 1.

WHERE FOR E pay you
This adoration to a sinful creature ?
I'm flesh 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 oild tongue flattery impos'd upon us,


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