Therefore, we will render unto the king what is the king's.

But we must be cautious and go to work warily." He approached the king and imprinted a kiss on his hand.
"I kiss this hand," said he, "which has been to-day the fountain through which the wisdom of the head has been poured forth on this blessed paper.

I kiss this paper, which will announce and explain to happy England God's pure and unadulterated word; but yet I say let this suffice for the present, my king; take rest; remember awhile that you are not only a sage, but also a man." "Yes and truly a weak and decrepit one!" sighed the king, as with difficulty he essayed to rise, and in so doing leaned so heavily and the earl's arm that he almost broke down under the monstrous load.
"Decrepit!" said Earl Douglas, reproachfully.

"Your majesty moves to-day with as much ease and freedom as a youth, and my arm was by no means needed to help you up." "Nevertheless, we are growing old!" said the king, who, from his weariness, was unusually sentimental and low-spirited to-day.
"Old!" repeated Earl Douglas.

"Old, with those eyes darting fire, and that lofty brow, and that face, in every feature so noble! No, your majesty, kings have this in common with the gods--they never grow old." "And therein they resemble parrots to a hair!" said John Heywood, who just then entered the room.