There is no marvel in a woman learning to speak, but there would be in teaching her to hold her tongue

Of myself I must say this, I never was any greedy, scraping grasper, nor a strait fast-holding prince, nor yet a master; my heart was never set on worldly goods, but only for my subjects' good.

Grief never ends, but it changes. It is a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness nor a lack of faith: it is the price of love.

It is a natural virtue incident to our sex to be pitiful of those that are afflicted.

If our web be framed with rotten handles, when our loom is well nigh done, our work is new to begin. God send the weaver true prentices again, and let them be denizens.

Who seeketh two strings to one bow, they may shoot strong, but never straight.

Ye may have a greater prince, but ye shall never have a more loving prince.