Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.
That realm is never long in quiet, where the ruler is a soldier.
When we prohibit others from being different, we end up forfeiting our own right to Liberty.
I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.
Vain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.
I am Duchess of Malfi still.