Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.
Steadying herself with both hands on the table, she managed an awkward bow. . . . 'Your Highness,' she stammered, head lowered. . . The prince flinched and cast a glance over his shoulder before hunching toward her. 'Maybe, um. . . ' - he pulled his fingers across his lips - 'on the Highness stuff?
Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. If this is true, or if you are one of the people who believe this is true, then the one universal way to enjoy life is still the same, which is to learn to be grateful that it is not worse!!
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Your Highness, I have no need of this hypothesis.