Though God Hath Raised Me High, Yet

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

My Loving People, We Have Been Persuaded By Some That Are Careful Of Our Safety, To Take Heed How We Commit Ourself To Armed Multitudes For Fear Of Treachery; But I Assure You, I Do Not Desire To Live To Distrust My Faithful And Loving People. I Know I Have The Body But Of A Weak And Feeble Woman, But I Have The Heart And Stomach Of A King, And Of A King Of England Too, And Think Foul Scorn That Parma Or Spain, Or Any Prince Of Europe Should Dare To Invade The Borders Of My Realm.

Ye May Have A Greater Prince, But Ye Shall Never Have A More Loving Prince.

Who Seeketh Two Strings To One Bow, They May Shoot Strong, But Never Straight.

I Find That I Sent Wolves Not Shepherds To Govern Ireland, For They Have Left Me Nothing But Ashes And Carcasses To Reign Over!