text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "HERMODON.
Too long, my friend,
Thy griefs pent up, have prey'd upon thy heart:
I do not hate the great—I love the Persians;
Their laws and noble manners I admire;
Tho' all mankind at first were equal born,
I strictly hold that subjects should obey
Those whom their Gods make delegates of pow'r:
Simplicity's soft charms, in this republic,
Are no fit lessons for monarchic states.
Could'st thou suppose that I was less attach'd
Because in Scythia—
(pp. 6-7)",2014-03-12 20:13:38 UTC,"""Thy griefs pent up, have prey'd upon thy heart.""",2014-03-12 20:13:30 UTC,"","",,Animals,"",ECCO-TCP,23670,7844