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'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy old crown on 'er 'ead?
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'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.
Whenever monarchs err, the people are punished.
[Lat., Quidquid delirant reges, plectuntur Achivi.]
Whenever monarchs err, the people are punished.
[Lat., Quidquid delirant reges, plectuntur Achivi.]
And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
And in the years he reigned; through all the country wide,
There was no cause for weeping, save when read more
And in the years he reigned; through all the country wide,
There was no cause for weeping, save when the good man died.
[Fr., Ce n'est que lorsqu'il expira
Que le peuple, qui l'enterra pleura.]
I'd like to be a queen in people's hearts but I don't see myself
being Queen of this country.
I'd like to be a queen in people's hearts but I don't see myself
being Queen of this country.
To know how to dissemble is the knowledge of kings.
[Fr., Savoir dissimuler est le savoir des rois.]
To know how to dissemble is the knowledge of kings.
[Fr., Savoir dissimuler est le savoir des rois.]
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,
In good King Charles's golden days
When royalty no harm meant,
A zealous high-churchman was I,
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In good King Charles's golden days
When royalty no harm meant,
A zealous high-churchman was I,
And so I got preferment.
