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

I do not so much rejoice that God hath made me to be a Queen, as to be a Queen over so thankful a people.

When we hang on to resentments, we poison ourselves. As compulsive overeaters, we cannot afford resentment, since it exacerbates our disease.

Those who appear the most sanctified are the worst

As for my own part I care not for death, for all men are mortal; and though I be a woman yet I have as good a courage answerable to my place as ever my father had. I am your anointed Queen. I will never be by violence constrained to do anything. I thank God I am indeed endowed with such qualities that if I were turned out of the realm in my petticoat I were able to live in any place in Christendom.

I will have here but one mistress and no master.

The true sin against the Holy Ghost is ingratitude.