I don't keep a dog and bark myself.
The end crowneth the work.
God forgive you, but I never can.
[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.
I know I have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England too.
Mr. Doctor, that loose gown becomes you so well I wonder your notions should be so narrow.