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How light soe’er be the word that hath flitted

From thy lips, it is weighty, as coming from thee.

To thy keeping a nation’s weal is committed:

Of thy deeds, good or ill, many watchers there be.

Be thy spirit a flower of chivalry.

If thou wilt that report true-royal declare thee,

No niggard be thou: like a wise timoneer

Thy sails spread wide, that the breeze may bear thee

Onward. Let time-serving guile not ensnare thee

By flattery, friend! Nought save the sincere

Praise that, when mortals are no more here,