But in this case the question is not about God, but merely about external dogmas.

Why should you trouble yourself with these?
What have you to do with the controversies of the priests?
Recant, then, poor enthusiastic child, recant!" While Catharine, in a low tone and with fluttering breath, thus spoke, Anne Askew had slowly arisen from her couch, and now stood, like a lily, so slender and delicate, confronting the queen.
Her noble countenance expressed deep indignation.

Her eyes shot lightning, and a contemptuous smile was on her lips.
"What! Can you thus advise me ?" said she.

"Can you wish me to deny my faith, and abjure my God, only to escape earthly pain?
And your tongue does not refuse to utter this, and your heart does not shrink with shame while you do it?
Look at these arms; what are they worth that I should not sacrifice them to God?
See these feeble limbs! Are they so precious that I, like a disgusting niggard, should spare them?
No, no, God is my highest good--not this feeble, decaying body! For God I sacrifice it.
I should recant?
Never! Faith is not enveloped in this or that garb; it must be naked and open.

So may mine be.