And mighty monarchs thund’ring from your throne;
Then step behind, and all your glory’s gone:
Of crown and palace, throne and guards bereft,
The pomp is vanish’d and the care is left.
Yet strong and lively is the joy they feel,
When the full house secures the plenteous meal;
Flatt’ring and flatter’d, each attempts to raise
A brother’s merits for a brother’s praise:
For never hero shows a prouder heart,
Than he who proudly acts a hero’s part;