The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My

God Forgive You, But I Never Can.

Those Who Appear The Most Sanctified Are The Worst

The Stone Often Recoils On The Head Of The Thrower.

There Will Never Queen Sit In My Seat With More Zeal To My Country, Care To My Subjects And That Will Sooner With Willingness Venture Her Life For Your Good And Safety Than Myself. For It Is My Desire To Live Nor Reign No Longer Than My Life And Reign Shall Be For Your Good. And Though You Have Had, And May Have, Many Princes More Mighty And Wise Sitting In This Seat, Yet You Never Had Nor Shall Have, Any That Will Be More Careful And Loving.

O Fortune, How Thy Restless, Wavering State Has Fraught With Cares My Troubled Wit!