Affection! Affection Is False.

[i]n The End This Shall Be For Me Sufficient, That A Marble Stone Shall Declare That A Queen, Having Reigned Such A Time, Lived And Died A Virgin.

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.

I Plucke Up The Goodlie Greene Herbes Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Chawe Them By Musing, And Laie Them Up At Length In The Hie Seate Of Memorie By Gathering Them Together; That I, Having Tasted The Sweetenes, L May The Lesse Perceave The Bitternes Of This Miserable Life.

There Is A Close Tie Of Affection Between Sovereigns And Their Subjects; And As Chaste Wives Should Have No Eyes But For Their Husbands, So Faithful Liegemen Should Keep Their Regards At Home And Not Look After Foreign Crowns. For My Part I Like Not For My Sheep To Wear A Stranger's Mark Nor To Dance After A Foreigner's Whistle.

Men Fight Wars. Women Win Them.