None get to God but through trouble.

I choose what I believe, and say nothing. For I am not as simple as I may seem.

My tribulations are so great, my life so disturbed by the plans daily invented to further the King's wicked intention, the surprises which the King gives me, with certain persons of his council, are so mortal, and my treatment is what God knows, that it is enough to shorten ten lives, much more mine.

Keep your heart with a chaste mind

Lastly, do I vow, that mine eyes desire you above all things.