Do Not Plunge Thyself Too Far In

You Have But Mistook Me All The While... I Live By Bread Like You, Taste Grief, Feel Want, Need Friends. Conditioned Thus How Can You Call Me King?

Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.

Nay, We Must Think Men Are Not Gods, Nor Of Them Look For Such Observancy As Fits The Bridal.

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.