Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.

I Understand A Fury In Your Words But Not Your Words.

Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness To Catch The Nearest Way: Thou Wouldst Be Great; Art Not Without Ambition, But Without The Illness Should Attend It: What Thou Wouldst Highly, That Wouldst Thou Holily; Wouldst Not Play False, And Yet Wouldst Wrongly Win.