All is lost! Monks, Monks, Monks! So, now all is gone - Empire, Body, and Soul!.

I beseech you now with all my heart definitely to let me know your whole mind as to the love between us.

All is lost. Monks, monks, monks!

We be informed by our judges that we at no time stand so highly in our estate royal as in the time of Parliament, wherein we as head and you as members are conjoined and knit together into one body politic, so as whatsoever offence or injury (during that time) is offered to the meanest member of the House is to be judged as done against our person and the whole Court of Parliament.

All is lost! Monks, Monks, Monks! So, now all is gone - Empire, Body, and Soul!.

Hops are a wicked and pernicious weed.

Whoever leads an auspicious life here and governs the commonwealth rightly, as my most noble father did, who promoted all piety and banished all ignorance, has a most certain way to heaven.