The iron hand crush'd the Tyrant's head And became a Tyrant in his stead.

My Brother starv'd between two Walls, His Children's Cry my Soul appalls;

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.

'I die, I die!' the Mother said, 'My children die for lack of Bread.'

Every revolutionary ends as an oppressor or a heretic.

The desire not to destroy the palace but to move into it oneself has always been the occupational curse of revolutionaries.

And of all plagues with which mankind are cursed, Ecclesiastic tyranny's the worst.