I May Not Be A Lion,but I

I Have The Heart Of A Man, Not A Woman, And I Am Not Afraid Of Anything.

There Is An Italian Proverb Which Saith, From My Enemy Let Me Defend Myself; But From A Pretensed Friend Lord Deliver Me

Though God Hath Raised Me High, Yet This I Count The Glory Of My Crown: That I Have Reigned With Your Loves.

The Name Of A Successor Is Like The Tolling Of My Own Death-bell!

I Regret The Unhappiness Of Princes Who Are Slaves To Forms And Fettered By Caution.