The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My

Let Tyrants Fear, I Have Always So Behaved Myself That, Under God, I Have Placed My Chiefest Strength And Safeguard In The Loyal Hearts And Good-will Of My Subjects.

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

My Loving People, We Have Been Persuaded By Some That Are Careful Of Our Safety, To Take Heed How We Commit Ourself To Armed Multitudes For Fear Of Treachery; But I Assure You, I Do Not Desire To Live To Distrust My Faithful And Loving People. I Know I Have The Body But Of A Weak And Feeble Woman, But I Have The Heart And Stomach Of A King, And Of A King Of England Too, And Think Foul Scorn That Parma Or Spain, Or Any Prince Of Europe Should Dare To Invade The Borders Of My Realm.

Have A Care Over My People. You Have My People--do You That Which I Ought To Do. They Are My People.... See Unto Them--see Unto Them, For They Are My Charge.... I Care Not For Myself; My Life Is Not Dear To Me. My Care Is For My People. I Pray God, Whoever Succeedeth Me, Be As Careful Of Them As I Am.

To Be A King And Wear A Crown Is A Thing More Glorious To Them That See It Than It Is Pleasant To Them That Bear It.