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.
It is hard to find beauty in the art of self expression.
One man with a head on his shoulders is worth a dozen without.
All my possessions for a moment of time.
They best pass over the world who trip over it quickly; for it is but a bog. If we stop, we sink.
Let tyrants fear, I have always so behaved myself that, under God, I have placed my chiefest strength and safeguard in the loyal hearts and good-will of my subjects.