Had I been crested, not cloven, my Lords, you had not treated me thus.
Hang Irish harpers wherever found.
Though the sex to which I belong is considered weak you will nevertheless find me a rock that bends to no wind.
I will never be by violence constrained to do anything.
[On being told Mary, Queen of Scots, was taller than she:] Then she is too high, for I myself am neither too high nor too low.
A clear and innocent conscience fears nothing.