There Is Small Disproportion Betwixt

I Plucke Up The Goodlie Greene Herbes Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Chawe Them By Musing, And Laie Them Up At Length In The Hie Seate Of Memorie By Gathering Them Together; That I, Having Tasted The Sweetenes, L May The Lesse Perceave The Bitternes Of This Miserable Life.

And Therefore I Am Come Amongst You At This Time, Not As For My Recreation Or Sport, But Being Resolved, In The Midst And Heat Of The Battle, To Live Or Die Amongst You All; To Lay Down, For My God, And For My Kingdom, And For My People, My Honour And My Blood, Even The Dust. I Know I Have But The Body Of A Weak And Feeble Woman; But I Have The Heart Of A King, And Of A King Of England, Too.

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 Thank God I Am Endued With Such Qualities That If I Were Turned Out Of The Realm In My Petticoat I Were Able To Live In Any Place In Christendom.

Much Suspected By Me, Nothing Proved Can Be