The Name Of A Successor Is Like

[when Opposed By Leaders Of Her Council:] I Will Make You Shorter By The Head!

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.

Be Of Good Cheer, For You Will Never Want, For The Bullet Was Meant For Me, Though It Hit You.

I Regret The Unhappiness Of Princes Who Are Slaves To Forms And Fettered By Caution.

When I Was Fair And Young, And Favor Graced Me, Of Many Was I Sought, Their Mistress For To Be; But I Did Scorn Them All, And Answered Them Therefore, "go, Go, Go Seek Some Otherwhere! Importune Me No More!