He Who Stops Being Better

I Beseech You, In The Bowels Of Christ, Think It Possible You May Be Mistaken.

You Have Sat Too Long For Any Good You Have Been Doing. Depart, I Say, And Let Us Have Done With You. In The Name Of God, Go!

I Would Have Been Glad To Have Lived Under My Wood Side, And To Have Kept A Flock Of Sheep, Rather Than To Have Undertaken This Government.

Because I Fear God, I Have No Man To Fear.

I Have Not The Particular Shining Bauble Or Feather In My Cap For Crowds To Gaze At Or Kneel To, But I Have Power And Resolution For Foes To Tremble At.