His eyes open not as of yore; his heart is shut up as a vice.

He yields not a groat; and seeking no more acquisitions, is only bent on preserving his hoard.
The maxims once trampled under foot, are now printed on his front; and he who hated oppressors, is become an oppressor himself.
"Thus, often, with men; thus, often, with nations.

Then marvel not, sovereign-kings! that old states are different from yours; and think not, your own must forever remain liberal as now.
"Each age thinks its own is eternal.

But though for five hundred twelve-moons, all Romara, by courtesy of history, was republican; yet, at last, her terrible king-tigers came, and spotted themselves with gore.
"And time was, when Dominora was republican, down to her sturdy back- bone.

The son of an absolute monarch became the man Karolus; and his crown and head, both rolled in the dust.