Nothing, thou elder brother e'en to shade.

A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.

Here lies our sovereign lord, the king, Whose word no man relives on, Who never said a foolish thing, And never did a wise one.

Here lies our mutton-looking king, Whose word no man relied on, Who never said a foolish thing No ever did a wise one.

And ever since the Conquest have been fools.

Natural freedoms are but just:
There's something generous in mere lust.