O Fortune, how thy restless, wavering state has fraught with cares my troubled wit!
There is one thing higher than Royalty: and that is religion, which causes us to leave the world, and seek God.
Though God hath raised me high, yet this I count the glory of my crown: That I have reigned with your loves.
[On Thomas Seymour's death:] This day died a man of much wit and very little judgment.
If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.
My seat has been the seat of kings, and I will have no rascal to succeed me.