'Twixt kings and tyrans there's this difference known: Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their owne.

Th' oppressive, sturdy, man-destroying villains, Who ravag'd kingdoms, and laid empires waste, And in a cruel wantonness of power, Thinn'd states of half their people, and gave up To want the rest.

Under tyranny it is right to be a rebel!

Enclosed within the tyranny of our minds and there is where we are lost.

Welcome maids of honour, / You do bring / In the Spring; / And wait upon her.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.