Me fifty-fold, a prince without a flaw,—
Why, there's no social grade, the sordidest,
My embryo potentate should brink and scape.
King, all the better he was cobbler once,
He should know, sitting on the throne, how tastes
Life to who sweeps the doorway."A
A: Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau.
But then, unfortunately, we have no time to make our kings in this way,
"You cut probation short,
And, being half-instructed, on the stage