He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.
The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.
It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.
But infinite in pardon is my Judge.
Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.
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.