Were I Not A King, I Would

The Wisest Fool In Christendom.

A Custom Loathsome To The Eye, Hateful To The Nose, Harmful To The Brain, Dangerous To The Lungs, And In The Black, Stinking Fume Thereof Nearest Resembling The Horrible Stygian Smoke Of The Pit That Is Bottomless.

God Has Power To Create, Or Destroy, Make, Or Unmake At His Pleasure, To Give Life, Or Send Death, To Judge All, And To Be Judged Nor Accountable To None: To Raise Low Things, And To Make High Things Low At His Pleasure, And To God Are Both Soul And Body Due. And The Like Power Have Kings; They Make And Unmake Their Subjects: They Have Power Of Raising, And Casting Down: Of Life, And Of Death: Judges Over All Their Subjects, And In All Causes, And Yet Accountable To None But God Only.

The State Of Monarchy Is The Supremest Thing Upon Earth: For Kings Are Not Only God's Lieutenants Upon Earth, And Sit Upon God's Throne, But Even By God Himself They Are Called Gods.

On Tobacco: A Branch Of The Sin Of Drunkenness, Which Is The Root Of All Sins.