But let no one dare touch me.

I will show you that not by constraint, but gladly and freely, I tread the path of suffering, which I shall endure for the sake of my God.

Rejoice, oh my soul!--sing, my lips! for the bridegroom is near, and the feast is about to begin." And in exultant tones Anne Askew began to sing a hymn, that had not died away when she entered the torture-chamber..