Seas wept from our deep sorrows.

The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.

I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.

Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?

So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.