He That Will Forget God, Will Also

[to Parliament, When It Urged Her To Marry And Settle The Succession:] You Attend To Your Own Duties And I'll Perform Mine.

If Our Web Be Framed With Rotten Handles, When Our Loom Is Well Nigh Done, Our Work Is New To Begin. God Send The Weaver True Prentices Again, And Let Them Be Denizens.

No Foteball Player Be Used Or Suffered Within The City Of London And The Liberties Thereof Upon Pain Of Imprisonment.

We Princes Are Set As It Were Upon Stages, In The Sight And View Of All The World. The Least Spot Is Soon Spied In Our Garments, A Blemish Quickly Noticed In Our Doings.

As For Me, I See No Such Great Cause Why I Should Either Be Fond To Live Or Fear To Die. I Have Had Good Experience Of This World, And I Know What It Is To Be A Subject And What To Be A Sovereign. Good Neighbours I Have Had, And I Have Met With Bad: And In Trust I Have Found Treason.