The fear of King Lear

By Benjamin West, 1793

Mad & Merciless as the vexed sea
my Lords my Ladies never shall I chide thee

In joint luxury playing pall-mall
four crowns come tumbling to a fall

All creatures must endure their going hence
even as they’re coming hither
A king’s mortality in declining defense
a murderous plot closer slithers

The weight of this sad time we must obey
speak what we feel not what we ought to say

Come now, you fear too far
safer than trust with a scar

The oldest have borne the most
let’s raise a glass & clink a toast

For we the young shall never see as much
nor live as long & endure as such

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