For I, hearing my Lord's estate amongst many more estates was to be sold, and that the wives of the owners should have an allowance therefrom, it gave me hopes I should receive a benefit thereby.

who can Perswade more Powerfully than Poets?

I think a bad husband is far worse than no husband.

Indeed I had not much wit, yet I was not an idiot - my wit was according to my years.

The truth is, we [women] live like bats, or owls, labor like beasts, and die like worms.

Indeed, I was so afraid to dishonour my friends and family by my indiscreet actions, that I rather chose to be accounted a fool, than to be thought rude or wanton.

As for plenty, we had not only for necessity, conveniency and decency, but for delight and pleasure to superfluity.