When a king speaks for his people he must speak sooth; what he says of other peoples must be taken with a grain of salt.

if ever ancient saw spake sooth, Hear this which saith: Who can, doth never will.

whom nature lent this native charm; Whose melting tones can shed with magic power, A sweeter pleasure o'er the social hour, The breast to softness sooth, to virtue warmBut yet more happy!

The things I sing of in verse unsmooth I found them all; I have written sooth.