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A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.
A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.
The King is dead! Long live the King!
The King is dead! Long live the King!
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.
Hail, glorious edifice, stupendous work!
God bless the Regent, and the Duke of York.
Hail, glorious edifice, stupendous work!
God bless the Regent, and the Duke of York.
Over all good things certain, this is sure indeed,
Suffer not the old King, for we know the breed.
Over all good things certain, this is sure indeed,
Suffer not the old King, for we know the breed.
His legs bestrid the ocean: his reared arm
Crested the world: his voice was propertied
As all read more
His legs bestrid the ocean: his reared arm
Crested the world: his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder.
The gates of monarchs
Are arched so high that giants may jet through
And keep their impious read more
The gates of monarchs
Are arched so high that giants may jet through
And keep their impious turbans on without
Good morrow to the sun.
Broad-based upon her people's will,
And compassed by the inviolate sea.
Broad-based upon her people's will,
And compassed by the inviolate sea.
I loved no King since Forty One
When Prelacy went down,
A Cloak and Band I then read more
I loved no King since Forty One
When Prelacy went down,
A Cloak and Band I then put on,
And preached against the Crown.
