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So shall thy happy nation ever flourish, When truth and righteousness they thus shall nourish, When thus in peace, thine Armies brave send out, To sack proud Rome, and all her Vassals rout; There let thy name, thy fame and glory shine, As did thine Ancestors in Palestine; And let her spoyls full pay with Interest be, Of what unjustly once she poll'd from thee, Of all the woes thou canst, let her be sped And on her pour the vengeance threatened; Bring forth the Beast that rul'd the World with 's beck, And tear his flesh, and set your feet on 's neck; And make his filthy Den so desolate, To th' astonishment of all that knew his state.
If Lovers could be rul'd by Reason's Laws, For this complaint on him we'ad had no cause. 'Twas Love that made him this rash act commit; Had she been kind, 't had taught him to submit. But might it not your present Griefs augment, I'd say that you deserve this punishment, By forcing her to marry with the General; By which you have destroy'd Philander too, And now you would Alcippus' Life undo.
The Greeks, enrag'd to be so long repell'd, With their chief troops the beasts vast bowel's fill'd, And thus their arms and all their hopes conceal'd. Strange was the fate the rul'd unhappy Troy, Who thought them gone, and lasting peace t'enjoy, So the inscription of the machine said, And treacherous Synon, for their ruin made.
The comic writer Eupolis,22 I remember, mentions it in praise of that excellent orator Pericles, that "On his lips Persuasion hung, And powerful Reason rul'd his tongue: Thus he alone could boast the art To charm at once, and pierce the heart."
Leticia Bredwel. Bel. Bredwel I have heard of her, she was Mistress Ral. To fine Mr. Bel. How! hang'd? Ral. Hang'd, Sir, hang'd at the Hague in Holland. Gay. I heard some such News, but did not credit it. Bel. For what, said they, was he hang'd? Ral. Why, e'en for High Treason, Sir, he killed one of their Kings. Gay. Holland's a Commonwealth, and is not rul'd by Kings. Ral.
Strive, as you value your peace and happiness, to escape the depths of moral degradation and misery, by avoiding the FIRST overtures of sin. The first eight lines one did commend to me, The rest I thought good to commend to thee: Reader, in reading be thou rul'd by me, With rhimes nor lines, but truths, affected be. 8 April 1684
Grant our dawb'd faces wou'd keep their colour: Suppose it wou'd not wash off, nor our cloaths stick to the ink, how can we imitate their black swollen lips? the short curl of their hair? the seams on their foreheads? their circular way of treading? their splay feet? or the mode of their beards? an artificial colour rather stains than alters the body; but, if you'll be rul'd by a madman, let's cover our heads, and jump into the sea?"
Annibal Bentivolii, grand Father of this Annibal who now lives, that was Prince in Bolonia, being slaine by the Canneschi that conspir'd against him, none of his race being left, but this John, who was then in swadling clouts; presently the people rose upon this murder, and slew all the Canneschi which proceeded from the popular affection, which the family of the Bentivolii held then in Bolonia: which was so great, that being there remain'd not any, now Anniball was dead, that was able to manage the State; and having notice that in Florence there was one borne of the Bentivolii, who till then was taken for a Smiths sonne: the citizens of Bolonia went to Florence for him, and gave the government of their City to him, which was rul'd by him, untill John was of fit yeares to governe.
Let Rulers be bold and honest, and it is possible that the Folly of their Peoples will disappear. A pretty phantastick Vision! But History is against you. And Prophecy. And Common Observation. Look at the World at this moment, and what do we see? It is as it has always been, and always will be. So long as it endures, the World will continue to be rul'd by Cajolery, by Injustice, and by Imposture.
Alas, alas! we are but blown bladders, less than flies, yet they have somewhat in them: But we are meer bubbles. You'll say he would not be rul'd; not a drop of water, or crumb of bread went down his throat in five days: And yet he's gone, or that he died of the doctor. But I am of opinion his time was come; for a physician is a great comfort.
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