To Be A King And Wear A

There Is Nothing In The World I Hold In Greater Horror Than To See A Body Moving Against Its Head: And I Shall Be Very Careful Notto Ally Myself With Such A Monster.

A Fool Too Late Bewares When All The Peril Is Past.

O Fortune, How Thy Restless, Wavering State Has Fraught With Cares My Troubled Wit!

My Mortal Foe Can No Ways Wish Me A Greater Harm Than England's Hate; Neither Should Death Be Less Welcome Unto Me Than Such A Mishap Betide Me.

I Will Never Be By Violence Constrained To Do Anything.