If Thy Heart Fails Thee, Climb Not

I Am More Afraid Of Making A Fault In My Latin Than Of The Kings Of Spain, France, Scotland, The Whole House Of Guise, And All Of Their Confederates.

I Thank God I Am Endued With Such Qualities That If I Were Turned Out Of The Realm In My Petticoat I Were Able To Live In Any Place In Christendom.

A Fool Too Late Bewares When All The Peril Is Past.

I Would Rather Be A Beggar And Single Than A Queen And Married.

My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.