I Think The King Is But A

O, How Full Of Briers Is This Working-day World!

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

Wisdom Cries Out In The Streets, And No Man Regards It.