A Good King Is A Public Servant.

I Feel My Griefs Too, And There Scarce Is Ground Upon My Flesh T'inflict Another Wound. Yet Dare I Not Complain, Or Wish For Death With Holy Paul; Lest It Be Thought The Breath Of Discontent; Or That These Prayers Be For Weariness Of Life, Not Love Of Thee.

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .

The Two Chief Things That Give A Man Reputation In Counsel, Are The Opinion Of His Honesty, And The Opinion Of His Wisdom; The Authority Of Those Two Will Persuade.

Opinion Is A Light, Vain, Crude, And Imperfect Thing.

A New Disease? I Know Not, New Or Old, But It May Well Be Called Poor Mortals Plague For, Like A Pestilence, It Doth Infect The Houses Of The Brain Till Not A Thought, Or Motion, In The Mind, Be Free From The Black Poison Of Suspect.