I May Not Be A Lion,but I

Be Of Good Cheer, For You Will Never Want, For The Bullet Was Meant For Me, Though It Hit You.

Though I Am Not Imperial, And Though Elizabeth May Not Deserve It, The Queen Of England Will Easily Deserve To Have An Emperor's Son To Marry.

There Is Nothing About Which I Am More Anxious Than My Country, And For Its Sake I Am Willing To Die Ten Deaths, If That Be Possible.

Grief Never Ends, But It Changes. It Is A Passage, Not A Place To Stay. Grief Is Not A Sign Of Weakness Nor A Lack Of Faith: It Is The Price Of Love.

[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.