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No Foteball Player Be Used Or Suffered Within The City Of London And The Liberties Thereof Upon Pain Of Imprisonment.

Although I May Not Be A Lioness, I Am A Lion's Cub, And Inherit Many Of His Qualities; And As Long As The King Of France Treats Me Gently He Will Find Me As Gentle And Tractable As He Can Desire; But If He Be Rough, I Shall Take The Trouble To Be Just As Troublesome And Offensive To Him As I Can.

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.

I Will Be As Good Unto Ye As Ever A Queen Was Unto Her People. No Will In Me Can Lack, Neither Do I Trust Shall There Lack Any Power. And Persuade Yourselves That For The Safety And Quietness Of You All I Will Not Spare If Need Be To Spend My Blood.

Had I Been Crested, Not Cloven, My Lords, You Had Not Treated Me Thus.