My Mortal Foe Can No Ways Wish

The Past Cannot Be Cured.

A Fool Too Late Bewares When All The Peril Is Past.

I Will Be As Good Unto Ye As Ever A Queen Was Unto Her People. No Will In Me Can Lack, Neither Do I Trust Shall There Lack Any Power. And Persuade Yourselves That For The Safety And Quietness Of You All I Will Not Spare If Need Be To Spend My Blood.

Had I Been Crested, Not Cloven, My Lords, You Had Not Treated Me Thus.

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.