The Word Must Is Not To Be

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

If Thy Heart Fails Thee, Climb Not At All.

They Best Pass Over The World Who Trip Over It Quickly; For It Is But A Bog. If We Stop, We Sink.

I Have Never Been Able To Be So Allured By The Prospect Of Advantages Or So Terrified By Misfortunes, Swayed By Honours Or Fettered By Affection, Nay Not Even So Smitten By The Fear Of Death, As To Enter Upon Marriage.

[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.