A strength to harm is perilous in the hand of an ambitious head.
I have the heart of a man, not a woman, and I am not afraid of anything.
I do not choose that my grave should be dug while I am still alive.
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.
I do not so much rejoice that God hath made me to be a Queen, as to be a Queen over so thankful a people.
The end crowneth the work.