"Grief never ends, but it changes. It is a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness nor a lack of faith: it is the price of love."
"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."
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Source: Elizabeth I (2002). “Elizabeth I: Collected Works”, p.58, University of Chicago Press
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