The Word Must Is Not

Life Is For Living And Working At. If You Find Anything Or Anybody A Bore, The Fault Is In Yourself.

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.

I Have No Desire To Make Windows Into Men's Souls.

I Know I Have The Body Of A Weak And Feeble Woman, But I Have The Heart And Stomach Of A King, And Of A King Of England Too.

A Fool Too Late Bewares When All The Peril Is Past.