– of comfort no man speak:
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs –
For heav'ns sake let us sit upon the ground,
And tell sad stories of the death of kings: –
Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn rev'rence: throw away respect,
Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,
For you have but mistook me all this while:
I live on bread like you, feel want like you,
Taste grief, need friends, like you: subjected thus,
How can you say to me, I am a KING?