My good lords, hitherto in all the progress Both of my life and office, I have labour’d, And with no little study, that my teaching And the strong course of my authority Might go one way, and safely; and the end Was ever, to do well; nor is there living, I speak it with a single heart, my lords, A man that more detests, more stirs against, Both in his private conscience and his place, Defacers of a public peace, than I do.
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She detests politicians who make promises they don’t keep.
I die adoring God, loving my friends, not hating my enemies, and detesting superstition.