How much do they mistake, how little know
Of kings, and kingdoms, and the pains which flow
From royalty, who fancy that a crown,
Because it glistens, must be lin’d with down.
With outside show, and vain appearance caught,
They look no further, and by folly taught,
Prize high the toys of thrones, but never find
One of the many cares which lurk behind.
The gem they worship, which a crown adorns,
Nor once suspects that crown is lin’d with thorns.