I find that I sent wolves not shepherds to govern Ireland, for they have left me nothing but ashes and carcasses to reign over!

Be of good cheer, for you will never want, for the bullet was meant for me, though it hit you.

Where might is mixed with wit, there is too good an accord in a government.

Monarchs ought to put to death the authors and instigators of war, as their sworn enemies and as dangers to their states.

If our web be framed with rotten handles, when our loom is well nigh done, our work is new to begin. God send the weaver true prentices again, and let them be denizens.

It is hard to find beauty in the art of self expression.

Have a care over my people. You have my people--do you that which I ought to do. They are my people.... See unto them--see unto them, for they are my charge.... I care not for myself; my life is not dear to me. My care is for my people. I pray God, whoever succeedeth me, be as careful of them as I am.