God Forgive You, But I Never Can.

O Fortune, How Thy Restless, Wavering State Has Fraught With Cares My Troubled Wit!

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

My Seat Has Been The Seat Of Kings, And I Will Have No Rascal To Succeed Me.

If We Still Advise We Shall Never Do.

I Have Never Been Able To Be So Allured By The Prospect Of Advantages Or So Terrified By Misfortunes, Swayed By Honours Or Fettered By Affection, Nay Not Even So Smitten By The Fear Of Death, As To Enter Upon Marriage.