He might have put me out of countenance, but that I saw King Richard clasp his knee and smile into the rafters, and knew by the peaking of his beard that I had pleased him.
'Thus by precept, by trope and flower of speech, I gaufred the edges of my discourse; then turning eastward with a cry, I grasped the pulpit firmly with one hand, the while I raised the other.

Sorrow, I said, is more enduring than the pride of life, my lords, and to renounce than to heap riches.

Behold the King of Sorrows! Behold the Man beggared! Ai, ai, my lords! is there to be no end to His sorrows, or shall He be stripped for ever?
Yesterday He put off life itself, and to-day ye bid Him do away with the price of life.

Yesterday He hung upon the Tree; and to-day ye hear it said, Down with the Tree; let Mahomet kindle his hearth with it.

Let us be done, say you, with dead Lords and wooden stocks: we are kings, and our stocks golden.