I Was Adored Once Too.

You May My Glories And My State Depose, But Not My Griefes; Still Am I King Of Those.

I Always Thought It Was Both Impious And Unnatural That Such Immanity And Bloody Strife Should Reign Among Professors Of One Faith.

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounc'd It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue.

Pray, Do Not Mock Me. I Am A Very Foolish Fond Old Man, Fourscore And Upward, Not An Hour More Nor Less; And, To Deal Plainly, I Fear I Am Not In My Perfect Mind.

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.