[on Thomas Seymour's Death:] This Day Died

Men Fight Wars. Women Win Them.

Answer On Being Asked Her Opinion Of Christ's Presence In The Sacrament. 'twas God The Word That Spake It, He Took The Bread And Brake It; And What The Word Did Make It That I Believe, And Take It.

Though The Sex To Which I Belong Is Considered Weak You Will Nevertheless Find Me A Rock That Bends To No Wind.

If I Should Say The Sweetest Speech With The Eloquentest Tongue That Ever Was In Man, I Were Not Able To Express That Restless Care Which I Have Ever Bent To Govern For The Greatest Wealth.

If Our Web Be Framed With Rotten Handles, When Our Loom Is Well Nigh Done, Our Work Is New To Begin. God Send The Weaver True Prentices Again, And Let Them Be Denizens.