[On Thomas Seymour's death:] This day died a man of much wit and very little judgment.
The end crowneth the work.
The stone often recoils on the head of the thrower.
Mr. Doctor, that loose gown becomes you so well I wonder your notions should be so narrow.
For, what is a family without a steward, a ship without a pilot, a flock without a shepherd, a body without a head, the same, I think, is a kingdom without the health and safety of a good monarch.
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.