But thou forsooth must be a King

And don the purple vest,

As if that foolish robe could wring

Remembrance from thy breast.

Where is that faded garment? where[ix]

The gewgaws thou wert fond to wear,

The star, the string, the crest?[iy] [263]

Vain froward child of Empire! say,

Are all thy playthings snatched away?