I Pray To God That I Shall

I Observe And Remain Silent.

Where Minds Differ And Opinions Swerve There Is Scant A Friend In That Company.

I Pluck Up The Good Lissome Herbs Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Digest Them By Musing, And Lay Them Up At Length In The High Seat Of Memory.

[i]n The End This Shall Be For Me Sufficient, That A Marble Stone Shall Declare That A Queen, Having Reigned Such A Time, Lived And Died A Virgin.

I May Not Be A Lion,but I Am Lions Cub And I Have Lion's Heart