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Whatever I can say or do.
I'm sure not much avails;
I shall still Vicar be of read more
Whatever I can say or do.
I'm sure not much avails;
I shall still Vicar be of Bray,
Whichever side prevails.
Princes that would their people should do well
Must at themselves begin, as at the head;
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Princes that would their people should do well
Must at themselves begin, as at the head;
For men, by their example, pattern out
Their limitations, and regard of laws:
A virtuous court a world to virtue draws.
I give this heavy weight from off my head
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The read more
I give this heavy weight from off my head
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart.
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
With mine own hands I give away my crown,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duty's rites.
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.]
I loved no King since Forty One
When Prelacy went down,
A Cloak and Band I then read more
I loved no King since Forty One
When Prelacy went down,
A Cloak and Band I then put on,
And preached against the Crown.
Every monarch is subject to a mightier one.
[Lat., Omnes sub regno graviore regnum est.]
Every monarch is subject to a mightier one.
[Lat., Omnes sub regno graviore regnum est.]
The gates of monarchs
Are arched so high that giants may jet through
And keep their impious read more
The gates of monarchs
Are arched so high that giants may jet through
And keep their impious turbans on without
Good morrow to the sun.
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.
