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

The name of a successor is like the tolling of my own death-bell!

I will have here but one mistress and no master.

I don't keep a dog and bark myself.

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.

Where minds differ and opinions swerve there is scant a friend in that company.

Those who appear the most sanctified are the worst