I pluck up the good lissome herbs of sentences by pruning, eat them by reading, digest them by musing, and lay them up at length in the high seat of memory.

A meal of bread, cheese and beer constitutes the perfect food.

Though God hath raised me high, yet this I count the glory of my crown: That I have reigned with your loves.

Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.

Must! Is must a word to be addressed to princes? Little man, little man! Thy father, if he had been alive, durst not have used that word.

I am no lover of pompous title, but only desire that my name may be recorded in a line or two, which shall briefly express my name, my virginity, the years of my reign, the reformation of religion under it, and my preservation of peace.

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