Your kingship is good for the people. The people spend their days in abundance thanks to you.
Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
And I who am changed through her, as the winged magician wishes, do not see or ask anything but virtue and beauty, whence I could perhaps discern your whole soul.
Without doubt you can call him John Testicle, who sets himself to criticizing someone else who could be his master for a hundred years.
And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs — Every child may joy to hear.
I travelled through a land of men, A land of men and women too, And heard and saw such dreadful things, As cold earth wanderers never knew.
Must toiling Man for ever meet disgrace, and eat his hard earn’d bread with heated face, and all his acts in dull Oblivion lay
In this city of the generous, all are chivalrous
I’d like to find and lose the philosopher’s stone. Make love and never lose control. Remove a great number of living beings with impunity. Afterward resuscitate a very small number of the dead.