It Is True I Wished To Escape;

I Die For Speaking The Language Of The Angels.

You Say That You Are My Judge; I Do Not Know If You Are; But Take Good Heed Not To Judge Me Ill, Because You Would Put Yourself In Great Peril.

The Poor Folk Gladly Came To Me, For I Did Them No Unkindness, But Helped Them As Much As I Could.

... Since God Commanded Me To Go, I Must Do It.

I Used To Say, "go Boldly In Among The English," And Then I Used To Go Boldly In Myself.