Royalty Is But A Feather In A

Our Swords Are In God's Hands, And Our Faith Is In The Lord. Charge!

What Is All Our Histories, But God Showing Himself, Shaking And Trampling On Everything That He Has Not Planted.

I Beseech You, In The Bowels Of Christ, Think It Possible You May Be Mistaken.

I Would Have Been Glad To Have Lived Under My Wood Side, And To Have Kept A Flock Of Sheep, Rather Than To Have Undertaken This Government.

There Isn't A Tree To Hang A Man, Water To Drown A Man Nor Soil To Bury A Man