I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My principal anguish, and the wellspring of all my joys and sorrows, has been the incessant merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh.
I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
It neither is reason nor in any wise to be suffered that the young king, our master and kinsman, should be in the hands of custody of his mother's kindred, sequestered in great measure from our company and attendance, the which is neither honorable to his majesty nor unto us.
The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
In the end of five years I made supplication to the king to go out of this land, desiring to see my poor wife and children according to conscience and nature.
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
This great misfortune - to be incapable of solitude.
Most humbly, my beloved Saviour, I bow myself before thee. I am a worm and no man. I alone deserve to suffer. I alone shrink from suffering. I was with thee in thy days of joy, singing 'Hosanna,' and I wished to make thee King. Now, in thine hour of suffering, I am far from thee.
Take away the contests of the martyrs, and you have taken away their crowns.
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.