The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My

God Forgive You, But I Never Can.

I Do Not So Much Rejoice That God Hath Made Me To Be A Queen, As To Be A Queen Over So Thankful A People.

There Is An Italian Proverb Which Saith, From My Enemy Let Me Defend Myself; But From A Pretensed Friend Lord Deliver Me

I Pray To God That I Shall Not Live One Hour After I Have Thought Of Using Deception.

I Regret The Unhappiness Of Princes Who Are Slaves To Forms And Fettered By Caution.