I Find That I Sent Wolves Not

And Therefore I Am Come Amongst You At This Time, Not As For My Recreation Or Sport, But Being Resolved, In The Midst And Heat Of The Battle, To Live Or Die Amongst You All; To Lay Down, For My God, And For My Kingdom, And For My People, My Honour And My Blood, Even The Dust. I Know I Have But The Body Of A Weak And Feeble Woman; But I Have The Heart Of A King, And Of A King Of England, Too.

There Is Only One Christ, Jesus, One Faith. All Else Is A Dispute Over Trifles.

I Would Rather Go To Any Extreme Than Suffer Anything That Is Unworthy Of My Reputation, Or Of That Of My Crown.

The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My Present Joy.

The Name Of A Successor Is Like The Tolling Of My Own Death-bell!