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Princes are like to heavenly bodies, which cause good or evil
times; and which have much veneratoin, but no read more
Princes are like to heavenly bodies, which cause good or evil
times; and which have much veneratoin, but no rest.
A substitute shines brightly as a king
Until a king be by, and then his state
Empties read more
A substitute shines brightly as a king
Until a king be by, and then his state
Empties itself, as dot an inland brook
Into the main of waters.
O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is betwixt that smile read more
O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
God bless the King--I mean the faith's defender;
God bless (no harm in blessing) the pretender;
But read more
God bless the King--I mean the faith's defender;
God bless (no harm in blessing) the pretender;
But who the pretender is, or who is King--
God bless us all--that's quite another thing.
The king reigns but does not govern.
[Fr., Le roi regne, il ne gouverne pas.]
The king reigns but does not govern.
[Fr., Le roi regne, il ne gouverne pas.]
Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped--to gird
An English sovereign's brow! and to the throne
Whereon read more
Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped--to gird
An English sovereign's brow! and to the throne
Whereon he sits! whose deep foundations lie
In veneration and the people's love.
He who knows how to dissimulate knows how to reign.
[Fr., Qui nescit dissimulare, nescit regnare.]
He who knows how to dissimulate knows how to reign.
[Fr., Qui nescit dissimulare, nescit regnare.]
O Richard! O my king!
The universe forsakes thee!
O Richard! O my king!
The universe forsakes thee!
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.
