This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.

Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence

England is safe, if true within itself.

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed

All things are ready, if our mind be so.

There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.