The name of a successor is like the tolling of my own death-bell!
A meal of bread, cheese and beer constitutes the perfect food.
I have no desire to make windows into men's souls.
All my possessions for a moment of time.
It is a natural virtue incident to our sex to be pitiful of those that are afflicted.
My seat has been the seat of kings, and I will have no rascal to succeed me.