If our web be framed with rotten handles, when our loom is well nigh done, our work is new to begin. God send the weaver true prentices again, and let them be denizens. — Elizabeth I Copy Share Image
I do not so much rejoice that God hath made me to be a Queen, as to be a Queen over so thankful a… — Elizabeth I Copy Share Image
I cannot find it in me to fear a man who took ten years a learning of his alphabet. — Elizabeth I Copy Share Image
I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say… — Elizabeth I Copy Share Image
Let tyrants fear, I have always so behaved myself that, under God, I have placed my chiefest strength and safeguard in the loyal hearts… — Elizabeth I Copy Share Image
Had I been crested, not cloven, my Lords, you had not treated me thus. — Elizabeth I Copy Share Image
I pluck up the good lissome herbs of sentences by pruning, eat them by reading, digest them by musing, and lay them up at… — Elizabeth I Copy Share Image
Eyes of youth have sharp sight but commonly not so deep as those of elder age. — Elizabeth I Copy Share Image
