The fear of King Lear
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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