The Stone Often Recoils On The Head

[on Thomas Seymour's Death:] This Day Died A Man Of Much Wit And Very Little Judgment.

The End Crowneth The Work.

There Is No Marvel In A Woman Learning To Speak, But There Would Be In Teaching Her To Hold Her Tongue

And Therefore I Am Come Amongst You At This Time, Not As For My Recreation Or Sport, But Being Resolved, In The Midst And Heat Of The Battle, To Live Or Die Amongst You All; To Lay Down, For My God, And For My Kingdom, And For My People, My Honour And My Blood, Even The Dust. I Know I Have But The Body Of A Weak And Feeble Woman; But I Have The Heart Of A King, And Of A King Of England, Too.

[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.