I Do Not Want A Husband Who

My Mortal Foe Can No Ways Wish Me A Greater Harm Than England's Hate; Neither Should Death Be Less Welcome Unto Me Than Such A Mishap Betide Me.

Be Of Good Cheer, For You Will Never Want, For The Bullet Was Meant For Me, Though It Hit You.

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

Men Fight Wars. Women Win Them.

Young Heads Take Example Of The Ancient