O Fortune, how thy restless, wavering state has fraught with cares my troubled wit!
Be of good cheer, for you will never want, for the bullet was meant for me, though it hit you.
Chastity is the ermine of woman's soul.
I have no desire to make windows into men's souls.
He who placed me in this seat will keep me here.
If I should say the sweetest speech with the eloquentest tongue that ever was in man, I were not able to express that restless care which I have ever bent to govern for the greatest wealth.