Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

If we must have a tyrant let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway and those are punished most who most obey.

Old age is a tyrant who forbids under pain of death the pleasures of youth.