O Fortune, how thy restless, wavering state has fraught with cares my troubled wit!
If we still advise we shall never do.
Men fight wars. Women win them.
[To Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford, on his return from self-imposed exile, occasioned by the embarrassing flatulence he had experienced in the presence of the Queen:] My Lord, I had forgot the fart.
Princes have big ears which hear far and near.
Fear not, we are of the nature of the lion, and cannot descend to the destruction of mice and such small beasts.