It Is Monstrous That The Feet Should

I Do Not Choose That My Grave Should Be Dug While I Am Still Alive.

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.

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

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.

Men Fight Wars. Women Win Them.