"I am not only willing to try, but am determined to succeed.
Ay, I'd sell England itself in the same cause.

Of all the men I have ever known, this king of ours is the greatest dupe.

Since the return of the court to Whitehall, he has been growing more importunate every day.

He seems to have lost what little wits he had, and does and says the silliest things one can imagine." "And you do not fear attempting to lead him on to sell Dunkirk?
You do not fear going too near the precipice ?" I asked, wishing to weigh her self-confidence more by the manner of her reply than by her words.
She laughed and answered: "There is no precipice, cousin Ned; nothing to fear save kidnapping, and I am always guarded against that danger; nothing to do of which I need feel ashamed, save the acting of a lie, and surely one may lie to the father of lies without sin." "But the lie may be recognized," I suggested, "if one be too bold about it." "My lie will go little beyond a smile or two.

The king's vanity will do the rest.