Grief Never Ends, But It

It Is Good To Jest, But Not To Make A Trade Of Jesting.

I Would Rather Go To Any Extreme Than Suffer Anything That Is Unworthy Of My Reputation, Or Of That Of My Crown.

For, What Is A Family Without A Steward, A Ship Without A Pilot, A Flock Without A Shepherd, A Body Without A Head, The Same, I Think, Is A Kingdom Without The Health And Safety Of A Good Monarch.

I Would Rather Be A Beggar And Single Than A Queen And Married.

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.