Though God Hath Raised Me High, Yet

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

For, What Is A Family Without A Steward, A Ship Without A Pilot, A Flock Without A Shepherd, A Body Without A Head, The Same, I Think, Is A Kingdom Without The Health And Safety Of A Good Monarch.

I Do Not So Much Rejoice That God Hath Made Me To Be A Queen, As To Be A Queen Over So Thankful A People.

It Is A Natural Virtue Incident To Our Sex To Be Pitiful Of Those That Are Afflicted.

No Foteball Player Be Used Or Suffered Within The City Of London And The Liberties Thereof Upon Pain Of Imprisonment.