If our web be framed with rotten handles, when our loom is well nigh done, our work is new to begin. God send the weaver true prentices again, and let them be denizens.

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

Where minds differ and opinions swerve there is scant a friend in that company.

I am more afraid of making a fault in my Latin than of the Kings of Spain, France, Scotland, the whole House of Guise, and all of their confederates.

A strength to harm is perilous in the hand of an ambitious head.

I observe and remain silent.

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.