My Mortal Foe Can No Ways Wish

There Is Only One Christ, Jesus, One Faith. All Else Is A Dispute Over Trifles.

Have A Care Over My People. You Have My People--do You That Which I Ought To Do. They Are My People.... See Unto Them--see Unto Them, For They Are My Charge.... I Care Not For Myself; My Life Is Not Dear To Me. My Care Is For My People. I Pray God, Whoever Succeedeth Me, Be As Careful Of Them As I Am.

All My Possessions For A Moment Of Time.

I Pluck Up The Good Lissome Herbs Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Digest Them By Musing, And Lay Them Up At Length In The High Seat Of Memory.

If I Follow The Inclination Of My Nature, It Is This: Beggar-woman And Single, Far Rather Than Queen And Married.