I Do Not Choose That My Grave

The Name Of A Successor Is Like The Tolling Of My Own Death-bell!

Brass Shines As Fair To The Ignorant As Gold To The Goldsmiths.

They Best Pass Over The World Who Trip Over It Quickly; For It Is But A Bog. If We Stop, We Sink.

And Therefore I Am Come Amongst You At This Time, Not As For My Recreation Or Sport, But Being Resolved, In The Midst And Heat Of The Battle, To Live Or Die Amongst You All; To Lay Down, For My God, And For My Kingdom, And For My People, My Honour And My Blood, Even The Dust. I Know I Have But The Body Of A Weak And Feeble Woman; But I Have The Heart Of A King, And Of A King Of England, Too.

Answer On Being Asked Her Opinion Of Christ's Presence In The Sacrament. 'twas God The Word That Spake It, He Took The Bread And Brake It; And What The Word Did Make It That I Believe, And Take It.