One Man With A Head On His

They Best Pass Over The World Who Trip Over It Quickly; For It Is But A Bog. If We Stop, We Sink.

The Name Of A Successor Is Like The Tolling Of My Own Death-bell!

And Therefore I Am Come Amongst You At This Time, Not As For My Recreation Or Sport, But Being Resolved, In The Midst And Heat Of The Battle, To Live Or Die Amongst You All; To Lay Down, For My God, And For My Kingdom, And For My People, My Honour And My Blood, Even The Dust. I Know I Have But The Body Of A Weak And Feeble Woman; But I Have The Heart Of A King, And Of A King Of England, Too.

I Would Rather Be A Beggar And Single Than A Queen And Married.

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.