I Care Not, A Man

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together: Our Virtues Would Be Proud If Our Faults Whipped Them Not; And Our Crimes Would Despair If They Were Not Cherished By Our Own Virtues.

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle.

Lay Not That Flattering Unction To Your Soul, That Not Your Trespass But My Madness Speaks.

A Very Honest Woman But Something Given To Lie

Had I But Served My God With Half The Zeal I Served My King, He Would Not In Mine Age Have Left Me Naked To Mine Enemies.