Had I my will, there should be in every realm not a salique, but an anti-salique law: whereby no kings, but only queens should rule mankind.

Then would weakness and not power be to man the symbol of divinity; love, and not cunning, would be the arbiter of every cause; and chivalry, not fear, the spring of all obedience." "Humph! There's some sense in that," quoth Amyas.

"I'd run a mile for a woman when I would not walk a yard for a man; and--Who is this our mother is bringing in?
The handsomest fellow I ever saw in my life!" Amyas was not far wrong; for Mrs.Leigh's companion was none other than Mr.Secretary, Amyas's Smerwick Fort acquaintance; alias Colin Clout, alias Immerito, alias Edmund Spenser.

Some half-jesting conversation had seemingly been passing between the poet and the saint; for as they came in she said with a smile (which was somewhat of a forced one)--"Well, my dear sons, you are sure of immortality, at least on earth; for Mr.
Spenser has been vowing to me to give your adventure a whole canto to itself in his 'Faerie Queene'." "And you no less, madam," said Spenser.

"What were the story of the Gracchi worth without the figure of Cornelia?
If I honor the fruit, I must not forget the stem which bears it.