I Do Not Choose That My Grave

Though I Am Not Imperial, And Though Elizabeth May Not Deserve It, The Queen Of England Will Easily Deserve To Have An Emperor's Son To Marry.

The Past Cannot Be Cured.

I Plucke Up The Goodlie Greene Herbes Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Chawe Them By Musing, And Laie Them Up At Length In The Hie Seate Of Memorie By Gathering Them Together; That I, Having Tasted The Sweetenes, L May The Lesse Perceave The Bitternes Of This Miserable Life.

[on Being Told Mary, Queen Of Scots, Was Taller Than She:] Then She Is Too High, For I Myself Am Neither Too High Nor Too Low.

All My Possessions For A Moment Of Time.