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

O Fortune, How Thy Restless, Wavering State Has Fraught With Cares My Troubled Wit!

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. Therefore I Have Cause To Wish Nothing More Than To Content The Subject And That Is A Duty Which I Owe. Neither Do I Desire To Live Longer Days Than I May See Your Prosperity And That Is My Only Desire.

Ye May Have A Greater Prince, But Ye Shall Never Have A More Loving Prince.

Grief Never Ends, But It Changes. It Is A Passage, Not A Place To Stay. Grief Is Not A Sign Of Weakness Nor A Lack Of Faith: It Is The Price Of Love.