"It is my duty to send sinners to God; may He have mercy on them there above, if He will! I am the punishing judge, and I judge mercilessly, according to the law, without compassion.

Let those whom I have condemned appeal to God, and may He have mercy upon them.

I cannot do it, nor will I.
Kings are here to punish, and they are like to God, not in His love, but in His avenging wrath." "Woe, then, woe to you and to all of us!" exclaimed Anne Askew.

"Woe to you, King Henry, if what you now say is the truth! Then are they right, those men who are bound to yonder stakes, when they brand you with the name of tyrant; then is the Bishop of Rome right when he upbraids you as an apostate and degenerate son, and hurls his anathemas against you! Then you know not God, who is love and mercy; then you are no disciple of the Saviour, who has said, 'Love your enemies, bless them that curse you.' Woe to you, King Henry, if matters are really so bad with you; if--" "Silence, unhappy woman, silence!" exclaimed Catharine; and as she vehemently pushed away the furious girl she grasped the king's hand, and pressed it to her lips.

"Sire," whispered she, with intense earnestness, "Sire, you told me just now that you loved me.