Which like Gun-powder taking fire in their breasts, did blow up so many Cities and Kingdoms, and call their Villainies by the name of Valour, and their Murders and Robberies by the name of War. If one mans Pride do swell so big, that his own Kingdom cannot contain it, the Peace of as much of the World as he can conquer, is taken to be but a reasonable sacrifice, to this infernal vice: The lives of thousands both Subjects and Neighbours (called enemies by this malignant spirit), must be cast away merely to make this one man the Ruler of the rest, and subdue the persons of others to his will. Who perhaps when he hath done, will say that he is no Tyrant, but maketh the Bonum publicum, his end; and is kind to men against their wills; and killeth and burneth and depopulateth Countries, for mens corporal well-fare; as the Papists poison and burn and butcher men for the saving of souls. Cuncta ferit dumb cuncta timet, desaevit in omnes. They are the turbines, the Hurricanes or Whirlwinds of the World, whose work is to overturn and ruine. Tantum ut noceat cupit esse potens—Whether they burn and kill by right or wrong, is little of their enquiry; but How many are killed? and how many have submitted to their pride and wills: As when Q. Flavius complained that he suffered innocently, Valerius answered him, Non sua re interesse, dummodo periret! That was nothing to his business or concernment so he did but perish. Which was plainer dealing than these glorious Conquerors used, but no whit worse. He that cannot command the putrid humours out of his Veins, nor the Worms out of his bowels, nor will be able shortly to forbid them to crawl or feed upon his face, will now damn his soul and shed mens blood, to obtain the predomination of his will. And when he hath conquered many, he hath but made him many enemies, and may find, that in tot populis vix una fides. A quiet man can scarce with all his wit tell how, to find a place where he may live in peace, where pride and cruelty will not pursue him, or the flames of War will not follow him and find him out: And perhaps he may be put to say as Cicero of Pompey and Caesar, Quem sugiam s•io; quem sequar nescio. And if they succeed by Conquest, they become to their Subjects almost as terrible as to their Enemies.
Which like Gun-powder taking fire in their breasts, did blow up so many Cities and Kingdoms, and call their Villanies by the name of Valour, and their Murders and Robberies by the name of War. If one mans Pride do swell so big, that his own Kingdom cannot contain it, the Peace of as much of the World as he can conquer, is taken to be but a reasonable sacrifice, to this infernal vice: The lives of thousands both Subjects and Neighbours (called enemies by this malignant spirit), must be cast away meerly to make this one man the Ruler of the rest, and subdue the persons of others to his will. Who perhaps when he hath done, will say that he is no Tyrant, but maketh the Bonum publicum, his end; and is kind to men against their wills; and killeth and burneth and depopulateth Countreys, for mens corporal well-fare; as the Papists poison and burn and butcher men for the saving of souls. Cuncta ferit dum cuncta timet, desaevit in omnes. They are the turbines, the Herricanes or Whirlwinds of the World, whose work is to overturn and ruine. Tantum ut noceat cupit esse potens—Whether they burn and kill by right or wrong, is little of their enquiry; but How many are killed? and how many have submitted to their pride and wills: As when Q. Flavius complained that he suffered innocently, Valerius answered him, Non sua re interesse, dummodo periret! That was nothing to his business or concernment so he did but perish. Which was plainer dealing than these glorious Conquerours used, but no whit worse. He that cannot command the putrid humours out of his Veins, nor the Worms out of his bowels, nor will be able shortly to forbid them to crawle or feed upon his face, will now damn his soul and shed mens blood, to obtain the predomination of his will. And when he hath conquered many, he hath but made him many enemies, and may find, that in tot populis vix una fides. A quiet man can scarce with all his wit tell how, to find a place where he may live in peace, where pride and cruelty will not pursue him, or the flames of War will not follow him and find him out: And perhaps he may be put to say as Cicero of Pompey and Caesar, Quem sugiam s•io; quem sequar nescio. And if they succeed by Conquest, they become to their Subjects almost as terrible as to their Enemies.
