Show me the prince who owned not a country,
But gained much in honour and fame.
Show me the man who has not a throne,
But golden lips uttered his name.
Show me a monarch, or heir to the land,
Show me a person who’d a palace of sand,
Men under every hoisted flag did know,
Conferred their awe and their prostrated frame.
Riches which only else legend could show,
Power and splendour doth given the same.
No, for to rule with this ironic fist
That others would look to a king who wist,
That that which are on him so greatly bestown,
Are based on nothing, and no thing alone.
*I know this surely went off topic, but it’s somewhat related…