No, No, I Am But Shadow Of

I Do Love My Country's Good With A Respect More Tender, More Holy And Profound, Then Mine Own Life, My Dear Wife's Estimate, Her Womb Increase, And Treasure Of My Loins.

A Virtuous And A Christianlike Conclusion-- To Pray For Them That Have Done Scathe To Us.

You Have But Mistook Me All The While... I Live By Bread Like You, Taste Grief, Feel Want, Need Friends. Conditioned Thus How Can You Call Me King?

So Our Virtues Lie In The Interpretation Of The Time

I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years.