Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun. – John Dryden
The people have a right supreme
To make their kings, for Kings are made for them.
All Empire is no more than Powr in Trust,
Which when resumd, can be no longer just.
Successionm for the general good designd,
In its own wrong a Nation cannot bind. – John Dryden
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