I Find That I Sent Wolves Not

I Regret The Unhappiness Of Princes Who Are Slaves To Forms And Fettered By Caution.

I Would Rather Go To Any Extreme Than Suffer Anything That Is Unworthy Of My Reputation, Or Of That Of My Crown.

My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.

God Has Given Such Brave Soldiers To This Crown That, If They Do Not Frighten Our Neighbours, At Least They Prevent Us From Being Frightened By Them.

I Pluck Up The Good Lissome Herbs Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Digest Them By Musing, And Lay Them Up At Length In The High Seat Of Memory.