While my father lives I shall be only the Lady Mary, the most unhappy…

When I am dead and opened, you shall find Calais lying in my head.

I recognize no Queen but my mother. But if the King's Mistress would intercede with the King on my behalf, then I would be grateful.

Priest! Priest! Music! Music!

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.

What great Effects from slender Causes flow!