[on Being Told Mary, Queen

I Don't Keep A Dog And Bark Myself.

I Will Have Here But One Mistress And No Master.

We Princes Are Set As It Were Upon Stages, In The Sight And View Of All The World. The Least Spot Is Soon Spied In Our Garments, A Blemish Quickly Noticed In Our Doings.

When We Hang On To Resentments, We Poison Ourselves. As Compulsive Overeaters, We Cannot Afford Resentment, Since It Exacerbates Our Disease.

O Fortune, How Thy Restless, Wavering State Has Fraught With Cares My Troubled Wit!