Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.
O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.
But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
We have seen better days.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.