A crown Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns, Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights To him who wears the regal diadem

Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind.

None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.

When a king sets himself to bandy against the highest court and residence of all regal powers, he then, in the single person of a man, fights against his own majesty and kingship.

Live while ye may, Yet happy pair.