An Unhappy Alternative Is Before You, Elizabeth.

Maybe It’s That I Find It Hard To Forgive The Follies And Vices Of Others, Or Their Offenses Against Me. My Good Opinion, Once Lost, Is Lost Forever.

I Cannot Speak Well Enough To Be Unintelligible.

She Thought It Was The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoyed It Completely; And That The Strong Feelings Which Alone Could Estimate It Truly, Were The Very Feelings Which Ought To Taste It But Sparingly.

She [mary I] Married Philip King Of Spain, Who In Her Sister's Reign, Was Famous For Building Armadas.

He Could Not Forgive Her, But He Could Not Be Unfeeling. Though Condemning Her For The Past, And Considering It With High And Unjust Resentment, Though Perfectly Careless Of Her, And Though Becoming Attached To Another, Still He Could Not See Her Suffer, Without The Desire Of Giving Her Relief. It Was A Remainder Of Former Sentiment; It Was An Impulse Of Pure, Though Unacknowledged Friendship; It Was A Proof Of His Own Warm And Amiable Heart.