How my achievements mock me!

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.