Though the Courtiers, still waking, their revels did keep,
While the minstrels play’d sweet, in the Hall.
And, now in their Cups, the bold topers began
To call for more wine, from the cellar yeoman,
And, while each one replenish’d his goblet or can,
The Monarch thus spake to them all:
“It is fit that the nobles do just what they please,
“That the Great live in idleness, riot, and ease,
“And that those should be favor’d, who mark my decrees,
“And should feast in the Banquetting Hall.