If Thy Heart Fails Thee, Climb Not

Let Tyrants Fear, I Have Always So Behaved Myself That, Under God, I Have Placed My Chiefest Strength And Safeguard In The Loyal Hearts And Good-will Of My Subjects.

Men Fight Wars. Women Win Them.

[to Edward De Vere, Earl Of Oxford, On His Return From Self-imposed Exile, Occasioned By The Embarrassing Flatulence He Had Experienced In The Presence Of The Queen:] My Lord, I Had Forgot The Fart.

My Loving People, We Have Been Persuaded By Some That Are Careful Of Our Safety, To Take Heed How We Commit Ourself To Armed Multitudes For Fear Of Treachery; But I Assure You, I Do Not Desire To Live To Distrust My Faithful And Loving People. I Know I Have The Body But Of A Weak And Feeble Woman, But I Have The Heart And Stomach Of A King, And Of A King Of England Too, And Think Foul Scorn That Parma Or Spain, Or Any Prince Of Europe Should Dare To Invade The Borders Of My Realm.

No Foteball Player Be Used Or Suffered Within The City Of London And The Liberties Thereof Upon Pain Of Imprisonment.