That all the world for pearls had well been lost.
The Soliloquy of a Royal Exile.
Unhappy I! who, once ordained to bear
God's justice-sword, and be's vicegerent here,
Am now deposed—'gainst me my children rise,
My life must be their only sacrifice;
Highly they me accuse, but nothing prove,
But this is out of tenderness and love.
They seek to spill my blood; 'tis that alone
Must for the nation's crying sins atone.