I Do Not Choose That My Grave

I Would Rather Be A Beggar And Single Than A Queen And Married.

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.

Fear Not, We Are Of The Nature Of The Lion, And Cannot Descend To The Destruction Of Mice And Such Small Beasts.

The Sea, As Well As The Air, Is A Free And Common Thing To All; And A Particular Nation Cannot Pretend To Have The Right To The Exclusion Of All Others, Without Violating The Rights Of Nature And Public Usage.

[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.