Up in the high palace, my mother is weeping.She storms and rages. Tears at her...

Up in the high palace, my mother is weeping.
She storms and rages. Tears at her hair.
She died thus, driven insane by war and the loss of her ancestral lands.
...
I embrace her. "Mother, why do you rage so?"
"The doings of men have driven me mad. Everyone told me I must accept what I cannot change. But I wished to change what I cannot accept, and that is where the trouble starts."
...
"Mother, do not cry over Wilhelm," I plead, taking her cold hands in mine. "He is not worth it."
"Ah, Anna," she says sorrowfully. "You think I'm crying because I had such a foolish son and everyone knew it. But I'm not. I'm crying because I had such a clever daughter and no one did."
{Anna of Cleves}