I Pray To God That I Shall

The True Sin Against The Holy Ghost Is Ingratitude.

I Have Already Joined Myself In Marriage To A Husband, Namely The Kingdom Of England.

I Do Not Choose That My Grave Should Be Dug While I Am Still Alive.

My Loving People, We Have Been Persuaded By Some That Are Careful Of Our Safety, To Take Heed How We Commit Ourself To Armed Multitudes For Fear Of Treachery; But I Assure You, I Do Not Desire To Live To Distrust My Faithful And Loving People. I Know I Have The Body But Of A Weak And Feeble Woman, But I Have The Heart And Stomach Of A King, And Of A King Of England Too, And Think Foul Scorn That Parma Or Spain, Or Any Prince Of Europe Should Dare To Invade The Borders Of My Realm.

If Our Web Be Framed With Rotten Handles, When Our Loom Is Well Nigh Done, Our Work Is New To Begin. God Send The Weaver True Prentices Again, And Let Them Be Denizens.