ABSTRACT
Grace, diadem, and throne of king of kings, But not for long : our day will pass ; another Will come and be partaker of these fruits, And so I strive to leave an honoured name In this small circle compassed by the Moon. When they deliver this possess thy soul, Thine unenlightened soul, with what is right, Exchange thy throne of greatness for thy steed, Advise not with the priests, thy counsellors, But ask immunity from us, and practise No craft because the crafty labour long. If, in thy pride and thine audacity, Thou wilt not do my bidding thou shalt rue Thy dallying when with my cavaliers I come to fight with thee."
