The Stone Often Recoils On The Head

A Meal Of Bread, Cheese And Beer Constitutes The Perfect Food.

Where Might Is Mixed With Wit, There Is Too Good An Accord In A Government.

I Find That I Sent Wolves Not Shepherds To Govern Ireland, For They Have Left Me Nothing But Ashes And Carcasses To Reign Over!

Fear Not, We Are Of The Nature Of The Lion, And Cannot Descend To The Destruction Of Mice And Such Small Beasts.

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