King Henry VIII:
Keep your heart, then! Preserve your special chastity. I'm too old to suffer the longings, passions and frenzy of a stupid boy! Writing poems in the night to the cold-hearted bitch that I love and tearing them up. Pacing up and down in my room, unable to sleep. Sons you have promised me when you are Queen, and sons I will have! Sons without love if I must.
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