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Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
Unhappy France! Unhappy King!
[Fr., Malheureuse France! Malheureux roi!]
Unhappy France! Unhappy King!
[Fr., Malheureuse France! Malheureux roi!]
When kings are building, draymen have something to do.
[Ger., Wenn die Konige bau'n, haben die Karrner zu thun.]
When kings are building, draymen have something to do.
[Ger., Wenn die Konige bau'n, haben die Karrner zu thun.]
Every citizen is king under a citizen king.
[Fr., Tout citoyen est roi sous un roi citoyen.]
Every citizen is king under a citizen king.
[Fr., Tout citoyen est roi sous un roi citoyen.]
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute,
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I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute,
From the centre all round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
It is something to hold the scepter with a firm hand.
[Lat., Est aliquid valida sceptra tenere manu.]
It is something to hold the scepter with a firm hand.
[Lat., Est aliquid valida sceptra tenere manu.]
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,
That the king can do no wrong is a necessary and fundamental
principle of the English constitution.
That the king can do no wrong is a necessary and fundamental
principle of the English constitution.