God has given such brave soldiers to this Crown that, if they do not frighten our neighbours, at least they prevent us from being frightened by them.

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

To be a king and wear a crown is a thing more glorious to them that see it than it is pleasant to them that bear it.

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.

I will have here but one mistress and no master.

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

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.