It Is Good To Jest,

It Is Monstrous That The Feet Should Direct The Head.

My Loving People, We Have Been Persuaded By Some That Are Careful Of Our Safety, To Take Heed How We Commit Ourself To Armed Multitudes For Fear Of Treachery; But I Assure You, I Do Not Desire To Live To Distrust My Faithful And Loving People. I Know I Have The Body But Of A Weak And Feeble Woman, But I Have The Heart And Stomach Of A King, And Of A King Of England Too, And Think Foul Scorn That Parma Or Spain, Or Any Prince Of Europe Should Dare To Invade The Borders Of My Realm.

As For My Own Part I Care Not For Death, For All Men Are Mortal; And Though I Be A Woman Yet I Have As Good A Courage Answerable To My Place As Ever My Father Had. I Am Your Anointed Queen. I Will Never Be By Violence Constrained To Do Anything. I Thank God I Am Indeed Endowed With Such Qualities That If I Were Turned Out Of The Realm In My Petticoat I Were Able To Live In Any Place In Christendom.

I Cannot Find It In Me To Fear A Man Who Took Ten Years A Learning Of His Alphabet.

Kings Were Wont To Honour Philosophers, But If I Had Such I Would Honour Them As Angels That Should Have Such Piety In Them That They Would Not Seek Where They Are The Second To Be The First, And Where The Third To Be The Second And So Forth.