You May Also Like / View all maxioms
The first king was a successful soldier;
He who serves well his country has no need of ancestors.
read more
The first king was a successful soldier;
He who serves well his country has no need of ancestors.
[Fr., Le premier qui fut roi, fut un soldat heureux;
Qui sert bien son pays, n'a pas besoin d'aleux.]
Clemency is the surest proof of a true monarch.
[Fr., La clemence est la plus belle marque
read more
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.]
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
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.
Here lies our mutton-looking king,
Whose word no man relied on,
Who never said a foolish thing
read more
Here lies our mutton-looking king,
Whose word no man relied on,
Who never said a foolish thing
No ever did a wise one.
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!
read more
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,
The Prussian Sovereigns are in possession of a crown not be the
grace of the people, but by God's read more
The Prussian Sovereigns are in possession of a crown not be the
grace of the people, but by God's grace.
