There Is An Italian Proverb

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 Observe And Remain Silent.

As For My Own Part I Care Not For Death, For All Men Are Mortal; And Though I Be A Woman Yet I Have As Good A Courage Answerable To My Place As Ever My Father Had. I Am Your Anointed Queen. I Will Never Be By Violence Constrained To Do Anything. I Thank God I Am Indeed Endowed 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.

I Cannot Find It In Me To Fear A Man Who Took Ten Years A Learning Of His Alphabet.

Although I May Not Be A Lioness, I Am A Lion's Cub, And Inherit Many Of His Qualities; And As Long As The King Of France Treats Me Gently He Will Find Me As Gentle And Tractable As He Can Desire; But If He Be Rough, I Shall Take The Trouble To Be Just As Troublesome And Offensive To Him As I Can.