I would not be a king--enough <br />Of woe it is to love; <br />The path to power is steep and rough, <br />And tempests reign above. <br />I would not climb the imperial throne; <br />’Tis built on ice which fortune’s sun <br />Thaws in the height of noon. <br />Then farewell, king, yet were I one, <br />Care would not come so soon. <br />Would he and I were far away <br />Keeping flocks on Himalay!<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-would-not-be-a-king/
