ɪn hɜː dˈaɪɚɹi, wˌɪtʃ ɑːɹ pɹɪzˈɜːvd fɚðə jˈɪɹz wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti wˈʌn dˈæʃ twˈɛnti θɹˈiː, ʃiː kˈɑːmɛntᵻd ɐbˌaʊt hɜː lˈaɪf ɪn mˈɑːɹtʃ wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti θɹˈiː: "ɡˈɑːdz wɪl biː dˈʌn, ɪf juː wɪl ɡˈɪvən mˌiː sˈʌnʃaɪn, aɪʃˌɐl ɹᵻsˈiːv ɪt wɪð dʒˈɔɪ, bˌʌt ɪf ɪt biː kɹˈɔsᵻz ænd mˈɪzɚɹi, ðˈɛn lˈɛt mˌiː sˈʌfɚ wɪð pˈeɪʃəns.
In her diary, which are preserved for the years 1721-23, she commented about her life in March 1723: "Gods will be done, if you will given me sunshine, I shall receive it with joy, but if it be crosses and misery, then let me suffer with patience.