The view upon one’s throne,

Surveys everything that one owns,

Filthy beggars and merchant traders,

Screaming corporals and shouting majors,

Are just some of the commoners,

That are mine.

Raging rivers that rush to the sea,

The sky, the land, belongs to me,

Majestic castles and their garish walls,

Dukes and Duchesses,

Poets and fools,

Are some of the gifts,

That God has given to me.

Yet here I sit,

Cold and alone,

An impassioned old beast,

Upon a throne,

Alas, there is one thing,

That power cannot buy,

Nor all the money,

In all the land,

Happiness,

The cost of one’s duty.