The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My

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.

I Would Rather Go To Any Extreme Than Suffer Anything That Is Unworthy Of My Reputation, Or Of That Of My Crown.

Be Of Good Cheer, For You Will Never Want, For The Bullet Was Meant For Me, Though It Hit You.

It Is A Natural Virtue Incident To Our Sex To Be Pitiful Of Those That Are Afflicted.

When We Hang On To Resentments, We Poison Ourselves. As Compulsive Overeaters, We Cannot Afford Resentment, Since It Exacerbates Our Disease.