Hang Irish harpers wherever found.

Eyes of youth have sharp sight but commonly not so deep as those of elder age.

I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate. I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since from myself another self I turned. My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.

[On Thomas Seymour's death:] This day died a man of much wit and very little judgment.

Though God hath raised me high, yet this I count the glory of my crown: That I have reigned with your loves.

If I should say the sweetest speech with the eloquentest tongue that ever was in man, I were not able to express that restless care which I have ever bent to govern for the greatest wealth.

I don't keep a dog and bark myself.