Much Suspected By Me, Nothing Proved Can

If Thy Heart Fails Thee, Climb Not At All.

The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My Present Joy.

I Am More Afraid Of Making A Fault In My Latin Than Of The Kings Of Spain, France, Scotland, The Whole House Of Guise, And All Of Their Confederates.

Be Always Faithful To Me, As I Always Desire To Keep You In Peace; And If There Have Been Wiser Kings, None Has Ever Loved You More Than I Have.

A Meal Of Bread, Cheese And Beer Constitutes The Perfect Food.