It is against womanhood to be forward in their own wishes.
Remember that in all miseries lamenting becomes fools, and action, wise folk.
My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.
...the poet, he nothing affirmeth, and therefore never lieth.
A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate.
The highest point outward things can bring unto, is the contentment of the mind; with which no estate can be poor, without which all estates will be miserable.