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

I do not want a husband who honors me as a queen if he does not love me as a woman.

Though I am not imperial, and though Elizabeth may not deserve it, the Queen of England will easily deserve to have an emperor's son to marry.

Let tyrants fear, I have always so behaved myself that, under God, I have placed my chiefest strength and safeguard in the loyal hearts and good-will of my subjects.

Affection! Affection is false.

[On being told Mary, Queen of Scots, was taller than she:] Then she is too high, for I myself am neither too high nor too low.

They best pass over the world who trip over it quickly; for it is but a bog. If we stop, we sink.