But while she exercised this pious care, "Nor thinking she of mightiest king was born, His story done, to them in proof was borne. To her extended in that kind abode, A deadly ax was this unhappy close, Which, at a single stroke, lopt off the head; And yet the mischief gathered force and spread, When he can give the rein to raging woe, Alone, by other's presence unreprest, Amid the pressure of such cruel pain, It past into the wretched sufferer's head, In him, forthwith, such deadly hatred breed In haste, Orlando takes his arms and steel, Never from tears, never from sorrowing, He paused; nor found he peace by night or day: "These are no longer real tears which rise, Driven by the fire within me, now would gain A vent; and it is this which I expend, And which my sorrows and my life will end. "No; these, which are the index of my woes, These are not sighs, nor sighs are such; they fail At times, and have their season of repose: I feel my breast can never less exhale Its sorrow: Love, who with his pinions blows "I am not am not what I seem to sight: A warning to all such as trust in love." All night about the forest roved the count, Where his inscription young Medoro wrought. To see his wrongs inscribed upon that mount, Inflamed his fury so, in him was nought But turned to hatred, phrensy, rage, and spite; Nor paused he more, but bared his faulchion bright; Cleft through the writing; and the solid block, Into the sky, in tiny fragments sped. Wo worth each sapling and that caverned rock, For he turf, stone, and trunk, and shoot, and lop, Wearied and woe-begone, he fell to ground, And turned his eyes toward heaven; nor spake he aught, The golden sun had broken thrice, and sought To rankle, till it marred his sober thought. At length impelled by phrensy, the fourth day, Here was his helmet, there his shield bestowed; His cuirass; through the greenwood wide was strowed He rent; and, in his fury, naked showed His shaggy paunch, and all his back and breast. And 'gan that phrensy act, so passing dread, Of stranger folly never shall be said. So fierce his rage, so fierce his fury grew, That all obscured remained the warrior's sprite; Or wonderous deeds, I trow, had wrought the knight: But neither this, nor bill, nor ax to hew, He many others, with as little let As fennel, wallwort-stem, or dill, uptore; And beech, and mountain-ash, and elm-tree hoar. The shepherd swains, who hear the tumult nigh, THE PRINCE. BY NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI. [NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI, Florentine writer and statesman, was born May 3, 1469. He came of a noble but impoverished family, his father being Bernardo Machiavelli, a jurist. He was secretary of the council named "The Ten " from 1498 until the fall of the republic in 1512, and during this time was occupied in the voluminous correspondence of his bureau, in diplomatic missions to France, Germany, and the petty states of Italy, and in the organization of the Florentine militia. On the restoration of the Medici in 1512, he was banished, and in the following year arrested and subjected to torture on the charge of conspiracy, but was soon pardoned and liberated. The next eight years he spent in retirement and literary work, was then again employed as ambassador, and died at Florence, June 22, 1527. His chief works are: "The Prince" (Il Principe), a study of the founding and maintenance of a state; "Florentine History"; "Art of War"; "Discourses on Livy "; " Mandragola," and other comedies.] OF CRUELTY AND CLEMENCY, AND WHETHER IT IS BETTER TO BE LOVED THAN FEARED. TO PROCEED to other qualities which are requisite in those who govern. A prince ought unquestionably to be merciful, but should take care how he executes his clemency. Cæsar Borgia was accounted cruel; but it was to that cruelty that he was indebted for the advantage of uniting Romagna to his other dominions, and of establishing in that province peace and tranquillity, of which it had been so long deprived. And, everything well considered, it must be allowed that this prince showed greater clemency than the people of Florence, who, to avoid the reproach of cruelty, suffered Pistoia to be destroyed. When it is necessary for a prince to restrain his subjects within the bounds of duty, he should not regard the imputation of cruelty, because by making a few examples, he will find that he really showed more humanity in the end, than he, who by too great indulgence, suffers disorders to arise, which commonly terminate in rapine and murder. For such disorders disturb a whole community, whilst punishments inflicted by the prince affect only a few individuals. This is particularly true with respect to a new prince, who can scarcely avoid the reproach of cruelty, every new government being replete with dangers. Thus Virgil makes Dido excuse her severity, by the necessity to which she was reduced of maintaining the interests of a throne which she did not inherit from her ancestors: Res dura et regni novitas me talia cogunt En. lib. i. A prince, however, should not be afraid of phantoms of his own raising; neither should he lend too ready an ear to terrifying tales which may be told him, but should temper his mercy with prudence, in such a manner that too much confidence may not put him off his guard, nor causeless jealousies make him insupportable. There is a medium between a foolish security and an unreasonable distrust. It has been sometimes asked whether it is better to be loved than feared; to which I answer that one should wish to be both. But as that is a hard matter to accomplish, I think, if it is necessary to make a selection, that it is safer to be feared than be loved. For it may be truly affirmed of mankind in general that they are ungrateful, fickle, timid, dissembling, and self-interested; so long as you can serve them, they are entirely devoted to you; their wealth, their blood, their lives, and even their offspring are at your disposal, when you have no occasion for them; but in the day of need, they turn their |