Oh, God! I Have An Ill-divining Soul!

Had I But Served My God With Half The Zeal I Served My King, He Would Not In Mine Age Have Left Me Naked To Mine Enemies.

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

Speak Me Fair In Death.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?