No One Understands My Ills, Nor The

No, Do Not Love Me, It Is Better To Give Me Death!

I Was A Queen, And You Took Away My Crown; A Wife, And You Killed My Husband; A Mother, And You Deprived Me Of My Children. My Blood Alone Remains: Take It, But Do Not Make Me Suffer Long.

I Have Come, Sire, To Complain Of One Of Your Subjects Who Has Been So Audacious As To Kick Me In The Belly.

Marie Antoinette. Her Last Words Were,"pardon Me Sir. I Did Not Mean To Do It,"to A Man Whose Foot She Stepped On Before She Was Executed By The Guillotine

Tribulation First Makes One Realize What One Is.