Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent.

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

And When I Am Forgotten, As I Shall Be, And Asleep In Dull Cold Marble, Where No Mention Of Me Must Be Heard Of, Say, I Taught Thee.

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

And His Unkindness May Defeat My Life, But Never Taint My Love.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men; And Being Men, Hearing The Will Of Caesar, It Will Inflame You, It Will Make You Mad.