Ill Government.

Men are suspicious, prone to discontent:
Subjects still loathe the present government.

Let kings command and do the best they may,
The saucy subjects still will bear the sway.

In's Tusc'lans, Tully doth confess,
No plague there's like to foolishness.

Where pleasures rule a kingdom, never there
Is sober virtue seen to move her sphere.

For punishment in war it will suffice
If the chief author of the faction dies;
Let but few smart, but strike a fear through all;
Where the fault springs there let the judgment fall.

Good princes must be pray'd for; for the bad
They must be borne with, and in rev'rence had.
Do they first pill thee, next pluck off thy skin?
Good children kiss the rods that punish sin.
Touch not the tyrant; let the gods alone
To strike him dead that but usurps a throne.