Hold thy crown with Henry might And let the count rise as through Richards eyes Wash thy hands clean of the spot Worry not of Hamlet fate when Crown thy show not
Crown that fuels muse’s light It is the dawn that breaks through endless night As sharp as Brutus dagger As fleeting as pucks midnight dreaming
Witches brew makes crown not clear Pericles this riddle solve could he not Why nurses song makes crown weep Crowns evade such Tempest clarity
Juliet’s fate kind to crown Or much better to hold in Shylock grasp The bard of this no answer Crown alone must answer to be or not to be
