Those kings, who do not conspire against each other... they sit amongst their courtiers in the court of 1000 pillars.
Those kings, who do not conspire against each other... they sit amongst their courtiers in the court of 1000 pillars.
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call false caterpillars and intend their death.
The man who bows before the ruler, shows his behind to the courtiers.
And in this state she 'gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on cursies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Whose arms of love would grasp the human race:
Come thou who giv'st with all a courtier's grace;
Friend of my Life, true patron of my rhymes!
The Westerly Wind asserting his sway from the south-west quarter is often like a monarch gone mad, driving forth with wild imprecations the most faithful of his courtiers to shipwreck, disaster, and death.
Fancy and Art in gay Petronius please,
The Scholar's Learning, with the Courtier's Ease.
If, in looking at the lives of princes, courtiers, men of rank and fashion, we must perforce depict them as idle, profligate, and criminal, we must make allowances for the rich men's failings, and recollect that we, too, were very likely indolent and voluptuous, had we no motive for work, a mortal's natural taste for pleasure, and the daily temptation of a large income. What could a great peer, with a great castle and park, and a great fortune, do but be splendid and idle.
And they always find in archeology a series of small walls. Every time, a series of small walls. Everywhere you go. Weve found a series of small walls, were very excited I think this proves they had walls in olden days. They were very small, and a series of small wall people. And then someone comes along, very learned, with glasses, Of course, the king and queen entertained here 1,500 courtiers, and there were soldiers, 20,000 soldiers in this room, and elephants dancing hopscotch over there A mad fiddler in this room, playing the banjo, buttocks and aqueducts into a heater And youre just watching, and going, Youre making this up, mate Youre just pointing at a series of small walls, going, there, there Tutankhamen playing banjo in there Dont know if its true.
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