Sir Winston Churchill

The figure of Edward the Confessor comes down to us faint, misty, frail. The medieval legend, carefully fostered by the church, whose devoted servant he was, surpassed the man. The lights of Saxon England were going out, and in the gathering darkness a gentle grey-beard prophet foretold the end.

When on his deathbed Edward spoke of a time of evil that was coming upon the land, his inspired mutterings struck terror into the hearers. Only Archbishop Stigand, who had been Godwin's stalwart, remained unmoved and whispered in Harold's ear that age and sickness had robbed the monarch of his wits. Thus, on January the 5th, 1066, ended the line of the Saxon kings.

Supposedly. In April 1940, when England were preparing to stand alone against Mr. Hitler and his Nazi thugs.