Words Are Leaves, The Substance Consists Of

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.

There Is Small Disproportion Betwixt A Fool Who Useth Not Wit Because He Hath It Not And Him That Useth It Not When It Should Avail Him.

Hang Irish Harpers Wherever Found.

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.

If Thy Heart Fails Thee, Climb Not At All.