Grief is the price we pay for love.

“My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it…”

“Proud Prelate, you know what you were before I made you what you are. If you do…”

“[I]f I were turned out of the realm in my petticoat I were able to live in any …”

“Much suspected by me, Nothing proved can be”