I know that Ihavethe bodyof a weak and feeble woman, but I havetheheart and stomach of a kingand 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.
A king is always a kingand a woman always a woman; his authorityand her sex, ever stand between them and rational converse.
Ah! what is love? It is a pretty thing, As sweet unto a shepherd as a king; And sweeter too For kings have cares that wait upon a crown ,And cares can make the sweetest love to frown; Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain?Robert Greene