Classic Poem

Since affairs of the State are already decreed,
Make room for Affairs of the Court;
Employment and Pleasure each other succeed,
Because they each other support.
Were Princes confin'd
From slackening their Mind,
When by Care it is rufled and Curl'd,
A Crown would appear
To heavy to wear,
And no Man would govern the World.

If the Gods themselves, who have power enough,
In diversions are various, and oft;
Since the business of Kings is angry and rough,
Their Intervals ought to be soft.
Were Princes confin'd, &c.

To our Monarch we owe whatsoe're we enjoy:
And no grateful Subjects were those,
Who would not the safety, he gives them, employ
To contribute to his repose.
Were Princes confin'd, &c.