I Should Only Ever Tell The King

Occupy Your Mind With Good Thoughts, Or The Enemy Will Fill Them With Bad Ones.

As For Rosemary, I Let It Run All Over My Garden Walls, Not Only Because My Bees Love It But Because It Is The Herb Sacred To Remembrance And To Friendship, Whence A Sprig Of It Hath A Dumb Language.

In The First Place, Most Princes Apply Themselves To The Arts Of War, In Which I Have Neither Ability Nor Interest, Instead Of To The Good Arts Of Peace. They Are Generally More Set On Acquiring New Kingdoms By Hook Or By Crook Than On Governing Well Those That They Already Have.

It Is Part Of The Business Of Life To Be Affable And Pleasing To Those Whom Either Nature, Chance Or Circumstance Has Made Our Companions.

Yea, Marry, Now It Is Somewhat, For Now It Is Rhyme; Before, It Was Neither Rhyme Nor Reason.