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Over all good things certain, this is sure indeed,
Suffer not the old King, for we know the breed.
Over all good things certain, this is sure indeed,
Suffer not the old King, for we know the breed.
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.
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.
The king reigns but does not govern.
[Ger., Der Konig herrscht aber regiert nicht.]
The king reigns but does not govern.
[Ger., Der Konig herrscht aber regiert nicht.]
When kings are building, draymen have something to do.
[Ger., Wenn die Konige bau'n, haben die Karrner zu thun.]
When kings are building, draymen have something to do.
[Ger., Wenn die Konige bau'n, haben die Karrner zu thun.]
Ah, if I were not king, I should lose my temper.
Ah, if I were not king, I should lose my temper.
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.]
God gives not kings the stile of Gods in vaine,
For on his throne his sceptre do they sway;
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God gives not kings the stile of Gods in vaine,
For on his throne his sceptre do they sway;
And as their subjects ought them to obey,
So kings should feare and serve their God againe.
O Richard! O my king!
The universe forsakes thee!
O Richard! O my king!
The universe forsakes thee!
