80. He's in possession; so diseases are

80. He's in possession; so diseases are: Should not a lingering fever be remov'd Because it long has rag'd within my blood? Do I rebel when I would thrust it out! What! shall I think the world was made for one, That men were born for kings, as beasts for men, Not for protection, but to be devour'd? Mark those that doat on arbitrary power, And you shall find them either hot-brain'd youth Or needy bankrupts, servile in their greatness And slaves to some, to lord it o'er the rest. O! baseness! to support a tyrant throne, And crush your free-born brethren of the world.