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Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
I am the State.
[Fr., L'etat c'est moi.]
I am the State.
[Fr., L'etat c'est moi.]
For God's sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings!
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For God's sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings!
How some have been deposed, some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,
Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed--
All murdered; for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp;
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks;
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life
Were brass impregnable; and humored thus,
Comes at the last, and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn reverence, Throw away respect,
Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty;
For you have but mistook me all this while.
I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,
Need friends. Subjected thus,
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."
And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
Titles are abolished; and the American Republic swarms with men
claiming and bearing them.
Titles are abolished; and the American Republic swarms with men
claiming and bearing them.
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.
Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of
thorns.
Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of
thorns.
O Richard! O my king!
The universe forsakes thee!
O Richard! O my king!
The universe forsakes thee!
