Monarch

Why has the monarch so much use for life? Yet in his health is levell'd with the peasant! O painful majesty! unequal state! Not all thy gorgeous pomp, thy flags of power, Thy dignities, dominions, ceremonies, The crown, the sceptre, and the royal ball, The purple robe, nor princely crowds, whose press Of duty intercepts the wholesome air; Not all these glories, for one precious hour, Can buy the beggar's health or appetite.