W. R. Alger.    

	No statesman e’er will find it worth his pains
	To tax our labours and excise our brains.

Churchill.    

	It is strange so great a statesman should
	Be so sublime a poet.

Bulwer-Lytton.    

	And lives to clutch the golden keys,
	To mould a mighty state’s decrees,
	And shape the whisper of the throne.

Tennyson.    

Artemus Ward.    

Burke.    

Steele.    

	An honest statesman to a prince,
	Is like a cedar planted by a spring;
	The spring bathes the tree’s root, the grateful tree
	Rewards it with his shadow.

Webster.    

	And statesmen at her council met
	Who knew the seasons when to take
	Occasion by the hand, and make
	The bounds of freedom wider yet.

Tennyson.    

	Forbear, you things
	That stand upon the pinnacles of state,
	To boast your slippery height! when you do fall,
	You dash yourselves in pieces, ne’er to rise:
	And he that lends you pity, is not wise.

Ben Jonson.    

	Who would not praise Patricio’s high desert,
	His hand unstain’d, his uncorrupted heart,
	His comprehensive head? all interests weigh’d,
	All Europe sav’d, yet Britain not betray’d.

Pope.    

Plutarch.    

	Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
	In action faithful, and in honor clear;
	Who broke no promise, served no private end,
	Who gain’d no title, and who lost no friend;
	Ennobled by himself, by all approv’d,
	And prais’d, unenvied, by the muse he lov’d.

Pope.    

	You have not, as good patriots should do, studied
	The public good, but your particular ends:
	Factious among yourselves; preferring such
	To offices and honors, as ne’er read
	The elements of saving policy;
	But deeply skill’d in all the principles
	That usher to destruction.

Massinger.    

	For as two cheats, that play one game,
	Are both defeated of their aim;
	So those who play a game of state,
	And only cavil in debate,
	Altho’ there’s nothing lost nor won,
	The public bus’ness is undone,
	Which still the longer ’tis in doing,
	Becomes the surer way to ruin.

Butler.    

Colton.