Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.
Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.