How My Achievements Mock Me!

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.

We Wound Our Modesty And Make Foul The Clearness Of Our Deservings, When Of Ourselves We Publish Them.