Fear not, we are of the nature of the lion, and cannot descend to the destruction of mice and such small beasts.

The stone often recoils on the head of the thrower.

He that will forget God, will also forget his benefactors.

I pluck up the good lissome herbs of sentences by pruning, eat them by reading, digest them by musing, and lay them up at length in the high seat of memory.

I know I have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England too.

I observe and remain silent.

I will never be by violence constrained to do anything.