Were I Not A King, I Would

A Custom Loathsome To The Eye, Hateful To The Nose, Harmful To The Brain, Dangerous To The Lungs, And In The Black, Stinking Fume Thereof Nearest Resembling The Horrible Stygian Smoke Of The Pit That Is Bottomless.

I Will Govern According To The Common Weal, But Not According To The Common Will.

Herein Is Not Only A Great Vanity, But A Great Contempt Of God's Good Gifts, That The Sweetness Of Man's Breath, Being A Good Gift Of God, Should Be Willfully Corrupted By This Stinking Smoke.

Were I Not A King, I Would Be A University Man.

I Can Make A Lord, But Only God Can Make A Gentleman.