I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In

All Furnished, All In Arms; All Plum'd Like Estridges That With The Wind Bated Like Eagles Having Lately Bathed; Glittering In Golden Coats Like Images; As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May And Gorgeous As The Sun At Midsummer; Wanton As Youthful Goats, Wild As Young Bulls.

O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

Honesty Is Not The Best Policy - Merely The Safest

Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst Is Death And Death Will Have His Day.

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!