O Fortune, how thy restless, wavering state has fraught with cares my troubled wit!

Where might is mixed with wit, there is too good an accord in a government.

I thank God I am endued 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.

Be always faithful to me, as I always desire to keep you in peace; and if there have been wiser kings, none has ever loved you more than I have.

Had I been crested, not cloven, my Lords, you had not treated me thus.

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.

I do not choose that my grave should be dug while I am still alive.