There Is No Marvel In A Woman

No Foteball Player Be Used Or Suffered Within The City Of London And The Liberties Thereof Upon Pain Of Imprisonment.

My Mortal Foe Can No Ways Wish Me A Greater Harm Than England's Hate; Neither Should Death Be Less Welcome Unto Me Than Such A Mishap Betide Me.

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

I Grieve And Dare Not Show My Discontent, I Love And Yet Am Forced To Seem To Hate, I Do, Yet Dare Not Say I Ever Meant, I Seem Stark Mute But Inwardly Do Prate. I Am And Not, I Freeze And Yet Am Burned, Since From Myself Another Self I Turned. 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.

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.