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But there are ithers, meaner things,
Wha see in princes, queens, and kings,
A sort of gods o' lower station
Than the great Author o' Creation.
But born to reverence, worship, glory—
Still to this thought they tune their story,
And busily as bee or ant
Still play the supple sycophant;
And bend the knee to all who rule,
No matter whether sage or fool;
And, claiming Bardic recognition,
Provoke the snicker o' derision.
Wha see in princes, queens, and kings,
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Than the great Author o' Creation.
But born to reverence, worship, glory—
Still to this thought they tune their story,
And busily as bee or ant
Still play the supple sycophant;
And bend the knee to all who rule,
No matter whether sage or fool;
And, claiming Bardic recognition,
Provoke the snicker o' derision.
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