I Cannot Find It In Me To

I Cannot Find It In Me To Fear A Man Who Took Ten Years A Learning Of His Alphabet.

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

Kings Were Wont To Honour Philosophers, But If I Had Such I Would Honour Them As Angels That Should Have Such Piety In Them That They Would Not Seek Where They Are The Second To Be The First, And Where The Third To Be The Second And So Forth.

Of Myself I Must Say This, I Never Was Any Greedy, Scraping Grasper, Nor A Strait Fast-holding Prince, Nor Yet A Master; My Heart Was Never Set On Worldly Goods, But Only For My Subjects' Good.

If Our Web Be Framed With Rotten Handles, When Our Loom Is Well Nigh Done, Our Work Is New To Begin. God Send The Weaver True Prentices Again, And Let Them Be Denizens.