My lady, for your virtue and goodness, God would receive you in rags.
There are too many Dudleys already in this world
If only they would all just leave me alone with my books and my letters, I would be content to let life, and the world pass me by
His handsome face is suffused with rage. He stands before me shaking, then to my disgust, bursts into noisy tears; I shall tell my mother of you! he sobs and crashes out of the chamber
I prefer to be left alone with my books.
