The unaccountable, the sheepish,
the chargeable and the doomed,
none which come
of the conscience-stricken,
can sleep ever-so soundly in the night
as that of the weight of a crown.
The wretch that does sleep,
is tempered and cut
for ever-so founding of a muse.
In lethargy and dispassion
there is passion.
Believe me when I say,
a king is all these things.
3.04.2009
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