PARKER
Let rogues and cheats prognosticateConcerning kings’ or kingdoms’ fate,I think myself to be as wiseAs he that gazeth on the skies,Whose sight goes beyondThe depth of a pondOr rivers in the greatest rain;For I can tellAll will be well,When the King enjoys his own again!Though for a time we see WhitehallWith cobwebs hanging on the wall,Instead of gold and silver brave,Which formerly ’twas wont to have,With rich perfumeIn every room,Delightful to that princely train,—Yet the old again shall beWhen the happy time you seeThat the King enjoys his own again.Full forty years this royal crownHath been his father’s and his own;And is there any one but heThat in the same should sharer be?For who better mayThe sceptre swayThan he that hath such right to reign?Then let’s hope for a peace,For the wars will not ceaseTill the King enjoys his own again.Martin Parker.
Let rogues and cheats prognosticateConcerning kings’ or kingdoms’ fate,I think myself to be as wiseAs he that gazeth on the skies,Whose sight goes beyondThe depth of a pondOr rivers in the greatest rain;For I can tellAll will be well,When the King enjoys his own again!Though for a time we see WhitehallWith cobwebs hanging on the wall,Instead of gold and silver brave,Which formerly ’twas wont to have,With rich perfumeIn every room,Delightful to that princely train,—Yet the old again shall beWhen the happy time you seeThat the King enjoys his own again.Full forty years this royal crownHath been his father’s and his own;And is there any one but heThat in the same should sharer be?For who better mayThe sceptre swayThan he that hath such right to reign?Then let’s hope for a peace,For the wars will not ceaseTill the King enjoys his own again.Martin Parker.
Let rogues and cheats prognosticateConcerning kings’ or kingdoms’ fate,I think myself to be as wiseAs he that gazeth on the skies,Whose sight goes beyondThe depth of a pondOr rivers in the greatest rain;For I can tellAll will be well,When the King enjoys his own again!
Though for a time we see WhitehallWith cobwebs hanging on the wall,Instead of gold and silver brave,Which formerly ’twas wont to have,With rich perfumeIn every room,Delightful to that princely train,—Yet the old again shall beWhen the happy time you seeThat the King enjoys his own again.
Full forty years this royal crownHath been his father’s and his own;And is there any one but heThat in the same should sharer be?For who better mayThe sceptre swayThan he that hath such right to reign?Then let’s hope for a peace,For the wars will not ceaseTill the King enjoys his own again.
Martin Parker.