The past cannot be cured.
Who seeketh two strings to one bow, they may shoot strong, but never straight.
My mortal foe can no ways wish me a greater harm than England's hate; neither should death be less welcome unto me than such a mishap betide me.
[On Thomas Seymour's death:] This day died a man of much wit and very little judgment.
I do not so much rejoice that God hath made me to be a Queen, as to be a Queen over so thankful a people.
One man with a head on his shoulders is worth a dozen without.