[To Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford, on his return from self-imposed exile, occasioned by the embarrassing flatulence he had experienced in the presence of the Queen:] My Lord, I had forgot the fart.

I find that I sent wolves not shepherds to govern Ireland, for they have left me nothing but ashes and carcasses to reign over!

A fool too late bewares when all the peril is past.

One man with a head on his shoulders is worth a dozen without.

I have seen many a man turn his gold into smoke, but you are the first who has turned smoke into gold.

Answer on being asked her opinion of Christ's presence in the Sacrament. 'Twas God the word that spake it, He took the Bread and brake it; And what the word did make it That I believe, and take it.

Ye may have a greater prince, but ye shall never have a more loving prince.