Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
Tyranny Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem None rebels except subjects? The prince who Neglects or violates his trust is more A brigand than the robber-chief.
Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.
If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.