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 As ourselves your empires fall,
 And every kingdom hath a grave.  
 As ourselves your empires fall,
 And every kingdom hath a grave. 
 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, 
 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.] 
 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. 
 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. 
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
 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. 
 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.