I Think The King Is But A

The Band That Seems To Tie Their Friendship Together Will Be The Very Strangler Of Their Amity.

Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor

For As A Surfeit Of The Sweetest Things The Deepest Loathing To The Stomach Brings, Or As Tie Heresies That Men Do Leave Are Hated Most Of Those They Did Deceive, So Thou, My Surfeit And My Heresy, Of All Be Hated, But The Most Of Me!

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground, And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings... All Murdered; For Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King, Keeps Death His Court... And With A Little Pin Bores Through His Castle Wall, And Farewell King!

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.