Dead corps in four and twenty hours,
And there the King was kill’d:
The Bastile and Saint Dennis-street,
The Shafflenist, like London-Fleet,
The Arsenal, no toy.
But if you’ll see the prettiest thing,
Go to the court and see the King,
O ’tis a hopeful boy.
He is of all his dukes and peers
Reverenc’d for much wit at ’s years,