“Totus et argento conflatus, totus et auro;”

     ["Wholly made up of silver and gold.”—­Tibullus, i. 2, 70.]

does he not forget his palaces and girandeurs?  If he be angry, can his being a prince keep him from looking red and looking pale, and grinding his teeth like a madman?  Now, if he be a man of parts and of right nature, royalty adds very little to his happiness;

          “Si ventri bene, si lateri est, pedibusque tuffs, nil
          Divitix poterunt regales addere majus;”

     ["If it is well with thy belly, thy side and thy feet, regal wealth
     will be able to add nothing.”—­Horace, Ep., i. 12, 5.]

he discerns ’tis nothing but counterfeit and gullery.  Nay, perhaps he would be of King Seleucus’ opinion, that he who knew the weight of a sceptre would not stoop to pick it up, if he saw it lying before him, so great and painful are the duties incumbent upon a good king.—­[Plutarch, If a Sage should Meddle with Affairs of Stale, c. 12.]—­Assuredly it can be no easy task to rule others, when we find it so hard a matter to govern ourselves; and as to dominion, that seems so charming, the frailty of human judgment and the difficulty of choice in things that are new and doubtful considered, I am very much of opinion that it is far more easy and pleasant to follow than to lead; and that it is a great settlement and satisfaction of mind to have only one path to walk in, and to have none to answer for but a man’s self;

               “Ut satius multo jam sit parere quietum,
               Quam regere imperio res velle.”

     ["’Tis much better quietly to obey than wish to rule.” 
     —­Lucretius, V, 1126.]

To which we may add that saying of Cyrus, that no man was fit to rule but he who in his own worth was of greater value than those he was to govern; but King Hiero in Xenophon says further, that in the fruition even of pleasure itself they are in a worse condition than private men; forasmuch as the opportunities and facility they have of commanding those things at will takes off from the delight that ordinary folks enjoy: 

          “Pinguis amor, nimiumque patens, in taedia nobis
          Vertitur, et, stomacho dulcis ut esca, nocet.”

     ["Love in excess and too palpable turns to weariness, and, like
     sweetmeats to the stomach, is injurious.”—­Ovid, Amoy., ii. 19, 25.]

Can we think that the singing boys of the choir take any great delight in music? the satiety rather renders it troublesome and tedious to them.  Feasts, balls, masquerades and tiltings delight such as but rarely see, and desire to see, them; but having been frequently at such entertainments, the relish of them grows flat and insipid.  Nor do women so much delight those who make a common practice of the sport.  He who will not give himself leisure to be thirsty can never find the true pleasure of drinking.  Farces and tumbling tricks are pleasant to the spectators, but a wearisome toil to those by whom they are performed.  And that this is so, we see that princes divert themselves sometimes in disguising their quality, awhile to depose themselves, and to stoop to the poor and ordinary way of living of the meanest of their people.