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His fair large front and eye sublime declared
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted read more
His fair large front and eye sublime declared
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering but not beneath his shoulders broad.
Why, our battalia trebles that account:
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they read more
Why, our battalia trebles that account:
Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.
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.]
Clemency is the surest proof of a true monarch.
[Fr., La clemence est la plus belle marque
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Clemency is the surest proof of a true monarch.
[Fr., La clemence est la plus belle marque
Qui fasse a l'univers connaitre un vrai monqrque.]
They say Princes learn no art truly, but the art of horsemanship.
The reason is, the brave beast is read more
They say Princes learn no art truly, but the art of horsemanship.
The reason is, the brave beast is no flatterer. He will throw a
Prince as soon as his groom.
Knowest thou not that kings have long hands?
[Lat., An nescis longos regibus esse manus?]
Knowest thou not that kings have long hands?
[Lat., An nescis longos regibus esse manus?]
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.
Ah, if I were not king, I should lose my temper.
Ah, if I were not king, I should lose my temper.
Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom
there is no help.
Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom
there is no help.
