The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My

The Daughter Of Debate That Still Discord Doth Sow.

Have A Care Over My People. You Have My People--do You That Which I Ought To Do. They Are My People.... See Unto Them--see Unto Them, For They Are My Charge.... I Care Not For Myself; My Life Is Not Dear To Me. My Care Is For My People. I Pray God, Whoever Succeedeth Me, Be As Careful Of Them As I Am.

It Is A Natural Virtue Incident To Our Sex To Be Pitiful Of Those That Are Afflicted.

It Is Monstrous That The Feet Should Direct The Head.

I Grieve And Dare Not Show My Discontent, I Love And Yet Am Forced To Seem To Hate, I Do, Yet Dare Not Say I Ever Meant, I Seem Stark Mute But Inwardly Do Prate. I Am And Not, I Freeze And Yet Am Burned, Since From Myself Another Self I Turned. My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.