My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart

Pay Special Attention To Their Agony So I Might Take Some Pleasure.

The Little Done Doth Vanish To The Mind Which Forward Sees How Much Remains To Do.

I Would Rather Die On My Feet Than Live On My Knees.

Silence And Chaste Reserve Is Woman's Genuine Praise, And To Remain Quiet Within The House.

It Was My Tongue That Swore; My Heart Is Unsworn.