One Man With A Head On His

I Would Rather Go To Any Extreme Than Suffer Anything That Is Unworthy Of My Reputation, Or Of That Of My Crown.

The Name Of A Successor Is Like The Tolling Of My Own Death-bell!

Though The Sex To Which I Belong Is Considered Weak You Will Nevertheless Find Me A Rock That Bends To No Wind.

I Have Never Been Able To Be So Allured By The Prospect Of Advantages Or So Terrified By Misfortunes, Swayed By Honours Or Fettered By Affection, Nay Not Even So Smitten By The Fear Of Death, As To Enter Upon Marriage.

[to Parliament, When It Urged Her To Marry And Settle The Succession:] You Attend To Your Own Duties And I'll Perform Mine.