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 cannot go with you all the way on your journey, but I would go as far as I might
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
There are too many Dudleys already in this world
You must pray to God for forgiveness because I can give you none