would behold a god! For ‘tis most certain, that every glance from his piercing, wondrous eyes, begets a trembling adoration; for my part, I swear to you, _Philander_, I never approach his sacred person, but my heart beats, my blood runs cold about me, and my eyes overflow with tears of joy, while an awful confusion seizes me all over; and I am certain should the most harden’d of your bloody rebels look him in the face, the devilish instrument of death would drop from his sacrilegious hand, and leave him confounded at the feet of the royal forgiving sufferer; his eyes have in them something so fierce, so majestic, commanding, and yet so good and merciful, as would soften rebellion itself into repenting loyalty; and like _Caius Marius_, seem to say,--’Who is it dares hurt the King?’--They alone, like his guardian angels, defend his sacred person: oh! what pity it is, unhappy young man, thy education was not near the King. ’.is plain, ‘tis reasonable, ‘tis honest, great and glorious to believe, what thy own sense (if thou wilt but think and consider) will instruct thee in, that treason, rebellion and murder, are far from the paths that lead to glory, which are as distant as hell from heaven. What is it then to advance? (Since I say ‘tis plain, glory is never this way to be achiev’d.) Is it to add more thousands to those fortune has already so lavishly bestow’d on you? Oh my _Philander_, that’s to double the vast crime, which reaches already to damnation: would your honour, your conscience, your Christianity, or common humanity, suffer you to enlarge your fortunes at the price of another’s ruin; and make the spoils of some honest, noble, unfortunate family, the rewards of your treachery? Would you build your fame on such a foundation? Perhaps on the destruction of some friend or kinsman. Oh barbarous and mistaken greatness; thieves and robbers would scorn such outrages, that had but souls and sense. Is it for addition of titles? What elevation can you have much greater than where you now stand fix’d? If you do not grow giddy with your fancied false hopes, and fall from that glorious height you are already arrived to, and which, with the honest addition of loyalty, is of far more value and lustre, than to arrive at crowns by blood and treason. This will last; to ages last: while t’other will be ridicul’d to all posterity, short liv’d and reproachful here, infamous and accursed to all eternity.