I Will Never Be By Violence Constrained

Brass Shines As Fair To The Ignorant As Gold To The Goldsmiths.

Must! Is Must A Word To Be Addressed To Princes? Little Man, Little Man! Thy Father, If He Had Been Alive, Durst Not Have Used That Word.

To Be A King And Wear A Crown Is A Thing More Glorious To Them That See It Than It Is Pleasant To Them That Bear It.

I Grieve And Dare Not Show My Discontent, I Love And Yet Am Forced To Seem To Hate, I Do, Yet Dare Not Say I Ever Meant, I Seem Stark Mute But Inwardly Do Prate. I Am And Not, I Freeze And Yet Am Burned, Since From Myself Another Self I Turned. My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.

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.