I will not, but I cannot disobey.
Their malice too a sore suspicion brings,
For, though they dare not bark, they snarl at kings.
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On this firm principle I ever stood; }
He of my sons who fails to make it good, }
By one rebellious act renounces to my blood.[191] }
Ah, said the Hind, how many sons have you,
Who call you mother, whom you never knew!
But most of them, who that relation plead,