Eyes Of Youth Have Sharp Sight But

[i]n The End This Shall Be For Me Sufficient, That A Marble Stone Shall Declare That A Queen, Having Reigned Such A Time, Lived And Died A Virgin.

Though The Sex To Which I Belong Is Considered Weak You Will Nevertheless Find Me A Rock That Bends To No Wind.

The Name Of A Successor Is Like The Tolling Of My Own Death-bell!

If Thy Heart Fails Thee, Climb Not At All.

There Is No Marvel In A Woman Learning To Speak, But There Would Be In Teaching Her To Hold Her Tongue