I would not open windows into men's souls.
I do not choose that my grave should be dug while I am still alive.
I don't keep a dog and bark myself.
A meal of bread, cheese and beer constitutes the perfect food.
Though God hath raised me high, yet this I count the glory of my crown: That I have reigned with your loves.
My mortal foe can no ways wish me a greater harm than England's hate; neither should death be less welcome unto me than such a mishap betide me.