|English 366B, Section S02: Shakespeare's Histories and Tragedies > Richard II: Abdication|
On this side my hand, and on that side yours.
Now is this golden crown like a deep well
That owes two buckets, filling one another,
The emptier ever dancing in the air,
The other down, unseen, and full of water.
That bucket down and full of tears am I,
Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
Was this face the face
That every day under his household roof
Did keep ten thousand men?