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God gives not kings the stile of Gods in vaine,
For on his throne his sceptre do they sway;
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God gives not kings the stile of Gods in vaine,
For on his throne his sceptre do they sway;
And as their subjects ought them to obey,
So kings should feare and serve their God againe.
St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France.
Sing, "Honi soit qui mal y pense."
St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France.
Sing, "Honi soit qui mal y pense."
Hener was the hero-king,
Heaven-born, dear to us,
Showing his shield
A shelter for read more
Hener was the hero-king,
Heaven-born, dear to us,
Showing his shield
A shelter for peace.
Princes are like to heavenly bodies, which cause good or evil
times; and which have much veneratoin, but no read more
Princes are like to heavenly bodies, which cause good or evil
times; and which have much veneratoin, but no rest.
I shall be an autocrat: that's my trade. And the good Lord will
forgive me: that's his.
[Fr., read more
I shall be an autocrat: that's my trade. And the good Lord will
forgive me: that's his.
[Fr., Moi, je serai autocrate: c'est mon metier. Et le bon Dieu
me pardonnnera: c'est son metier.]
A crown is merely a hat that lets the rain in.
A crown is merely a hat that lets the rain in.
That man is deceived who thinks it slavery to live under an
excellent prince. Never does liberty appear in read more
That man is deceived who thinks it slavery to live under an
excellent prince. Never does liberty appear in a more gracious
form than under a pious king.
[Lat., Fallitur egregio quisquis sub principe credet
Servitutem. Nunquam libertas gratior extat
Quam sub rege pio.]
At length her grace rose and with modest paces
Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like
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At length her grace rose and with modest paces
Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like
Cast her fair eyes to heaven and prayed devoutly;
Then rose again and bowed her to the people;
When by the Archbishop of Canterbury
She had all the royal makings of a queen,
As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,
The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems
Laid nobly on her; which performed, the choir
With all the choicest music of the kingdom
Together sung 'Te Deum.' So she parted
And with the same full state packed back again
To York Place, where the feast is held.
