The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My

Much Suspected By Me, Nothing Proved Can Be

God Forgive You, But I Never Can.

[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.

There Is Small Disproportion Betwixt A Fool Who Useth Not Wit Because He Hath It Not And Him That Useth It Not When It Should Avail Him.

I Do Not So Much Rejoice That God Hath Made Me To Be A Queen, As To Be A Queen Over So Thankful A People. Therefore I Have Cause To Wish Nothing More Than To Content The Subject And That Is A Duty Which I Owe. Neither Do I Desire To Live Longer Days Than I May See Your Prosperity And That Is My Only Desire.