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heart is inscrutable. For multitude of jealousies, and lack of some predominant desire that should marshal and put in order all the rest, make any man's heart hard to find or sound Hence it comes likewise, that princes many times make themselves desires, and set their hearts upon toys; sometimes - upon a building; sometimes upon erecting of an
order ; sometimes upon the advancing of a person ; sometimes upon obtaining excellency in some art or feat of the hand; as Nero for playing on the harp; Dmitian for certainty of the hand with the arrow; Commodus for playing at fence; Caracalla for driving chariots, and the like.
Works, vol. iii. p.327. Had the meanest and most uncivilised peasant leave incognito' to observe the greatest king for a fortnight: though he might pick out several things he would like for himself, yet he would find a great many more, which, if the monarch and he were to change conditions, he would wish for his part to have immediately altered or*redressed, and which with amazement he sees the king subinit to. And again, if the sovereign was to examine the peasant in the same manner, his labour would be insufferabie, his diet, pastimes, and recreations, would be all abominable ; but then what charms would he find in the other's
of mind, the calmness and tranquility of his soul? No necessity of dissimulation with any of his fa. mily, or feigned affection to his mortal enemies, no wife in a foreign interest; no danger to apprehend from his children; no plots to unravel, no poison to fear; no popular statesinan at home, or cunning courts abroad to manage ; no seeming patriots to bribe; no unsatiable favourite to gratify; no selfish ministry to obey; no divided pation to please, or fickle mob to humour, that would direct and interfere with his pleasures.
Essay on Cbarity Scbools. The possession of a throne could never yet
af. ford a lasting satisfaction to an ambitious mind.This melancholy truth was felt and acknowledged by Severus. “ Fortune and merit had; from an humble station, elevated him to the first place among mankind.
“ He had been all things," as he said himself, “ and all was of little value.
Roman Empire, vol. i. p. 130. The lives and labours of millions are devoted to the service of a despotic prince, whose laws are blindly. obeyed, and whose wishes are instantly gratified. Our imagination is dazzled by the splendid picture ; and whatever may be the cool dictates of reason, there are few among us who would obstinately refuse a trial of the comforts and cares of royalty. It may therefore be of some use to bora row the experience of Abdal Rahman, whose mag, nificence has perhaps excited our admiration and envy, and to transcribe an authentic memorial. which was found in the closet of the deceased caliph.." I have now reigned above fifty years in “victory or peace; beloved by my subjects, dread-1
“ed by my enemies, and respected by my allies. “ Riches and honours, power and pleasure, have “ waited on my call, nor does any earthly blessing
appear to have been wanting to my felicity. In “ this situation I have diligently numbered the days “ of pure and genuine happiness, which have “ fallen to my lot, they amount to fourteen.
Ib. vol. v. p. 340. MARIA THERE$4, queen of Hungary, said, when she was dying, “ Since I have been queen,
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The villager, born hu nbly, and bred hard,
By guilt untainted, undisturb’d by fear,
Call'd up by health, he rises with the day,
creeps Into his straw, and till the morning sleeps.
Not so the king-with anxious cares oppress'd, His bosom labours, and admits not rest. A glorious wretch, he sweats beneath the weight Of majesty, and gives up ease for state. E’en when his smiles, which, by the fools of pride, Are treasur'd and preserva, from side to side,
Fly round the court, e’ea when compellid by form,
Gotham, vol. ii. p. 162. What infinite heart's-ease must kings neglect, That private men enjoy ; And what have kings, that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save general ceremony ? And what art thou, thou idol ceremony
? What kind of God art thou, that suffer'st more What are thy rents, thy comings-in? Of mortal grief than do thy worshippers ? What is thy soul of adoration ? O ceremony! show me but thy worth. Art thou ought else but place, degree. and form, Creating awe and fear in other men, Wherein thou art less happy, being fear'd, Than they in fearing?