Thy praise or dispraise is to me alike; One doth not stroke me, nor the other strike.

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy! My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy. Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy f…

The ports of death are sins; of life, good deeds: Through which our merit leads us to our meeds. How willful blind is he then, that would stray, And hath it in…

He that fears death, or mourns it, in the just, Shows of the resurrection little trust.

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.

Don't live your life to please other people.

I have no regret for any public act of my life, and history will vindicate my memory.