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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,
A substitute shines brightly as a king
Until a king be by, and then his state
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A substitute shines brightly as a king
Until a king be by, and then his state
Empties itself, as dot an inland brook
Into the main of waters.
What is a king? a man condemn'd to bear
The public burthen of the nation's care.
What is a king? a man condemn'd to bear
The public burthen of the nation's care.
There's such divinity doth hedge a king
That treason can but peep to what it would,
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There's such divinity doth hedge a king
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will.
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.
A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.
'Tis so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so.
- Michael read more
'Tis so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so.
- Michael Eyquen de Montaigne,
'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy old crown on 'er 'ead?
She read more
'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy old crown on 'er 'ead?
She 'as ships on the foam--she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red.
