Must! Is Must A Word To Be

Had I Been Crested, Not Cloven, My Lords, You Had Not Treated Me Thus.

I Will Have Here But One Mistress And No Master.

Grief Never Ends, But It Changes. It Is A Passage, Not A Place To Stay. Grief Is Not A Sign Of Weakness Nor A Lack Of Faith: It Is The Price Of Love.

They Best Pass Over The World Who Trip Over It Quickly; For It Is But A Bog. If We Stop, We Sink.

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.