But whither am I strayed? I need not raise Trophies to thee from other mens dispraise; Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built; Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.1
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On Mr. John Fletchers Works.
Note 1. Poets are sultans, if they had their will; For every author would his brother kill. Orrery: Prologues (according to Johnson).
Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne. Alexander Pope: Prologue to the Satires, line 197. [back]