Upon a monarch’s head the crown shines bright
And to its wearer beckons every eye,
Yet even if it’s won by one hand’s might
More hands than one must work to raise it high.
A king must have advisors who are wise;
A queen has generals bold to guard her lands.
A herald’s voice will rise in strident cries;
A steward runs the court with subtle hands.
The wisest rulers know to show their thanks
To those who ease their seat upon the throne;
With word-fame heaped upon the loyal ranks
Or rings of gold is royal favor shown.
Glory shared is glory multiplied;
No honor comes when honors are denied.
This sonnet was written in response to one written by Eadgar of Snotengaham on the virtues of a vassal giving all glory to his liege.