It Is A Natural Virtue Incident To

The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My Present Joy.

I Pluck Up The Good Lissome Herbs Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Digest Them By Musing, And Lay Them Up At Length In The High Seat Of Memory.

If We Still Advise We Shall Never Do.

I Do Not So Much Rejoice That God Hath Made Me To Be A Queen, As To Be A Queen Over So Thankful A People. Therefore I Have Cause To Wish Nothing More Than To Content The Subject And That Is A Duty Which I Owe. Neither Do I Desire To Live Longer Days Than I May See Your Prosperity And That Is My Only Desire.

I Do Not Want A Husband Who Honors Me As A Queen If He Does Not Love Me As A Woman.