He May Well Speak French And Latin

Jane," I Said Quietly. She Opened Her Eyes, She Had Been Far Away In Prayer. "yes, Mary? Forgive Me, I Was Praying." "if You Go On Flirting With The King With Those Sickly Little Smiles, One Of Us Boleyns Is Going To Scratch Your Eyes Out.

If It Has To Be Done At All, It Must Be Done With Grace.

She Is Melusina, The Water Goddess, And She Is Found In Hidden Springs And Waterfalls In Any Forest In Christendom, Even In Those As Far Away As Greece. (...) A Man May Love Her If He Keeps Her Secret And Lets Her Alone When She Wants To Bathe, And She May Love Him In Return Until He Breaks His Word, As Men Always Do, And She Sweeps Him Into The Depths With Her Fishy Tail, And Turns His Faithless Blood To Water. The Tragedy Of Melusina, Whatever Language Tells It, Whatever Tune It Sings, Is That A Man Will Always Promise More Than He Can Do To A Woman He Cannot Understand.

It Is Not Love That Matters, Mistress Boy, It Is What You Choose To Do With It. What’d You Choose To Do With Yours?

Fortune's Wheel Takes You Very High And Then Throws You Very Low, And There Is Nothing You Can Do But Face The Turn Of It With Courage.