The King would be sorely angry, would he not, were he to hear that any man dared use force to hinder his children from going." Kate's delicate lips curved into a smile of derision, and Philip shrugged his broad shoulders.
"The King, my dear Bessie, is naught but a miserable pedant, who loves nothing so well as hearing himself talk, and prating by the hour together on matters of law and religion, and on the divine right of kings.

He is not the King such as England has been wont to know--a King to whom his subjects might gain access to plead his protection and ask his aid.

I trow none but a fool would strive to win a smile from the Scottish James.

He is scarce a man, by all we hear, let alone a King.

I sometimes think scorn of us as a nation that we so gladly and peaceably put our necks beneath the sceptre of such an atomy.