The stone often recoils on the head of the thrower.

Mr. Doctor, that loose gown becomes you so well I wonder your notions should be so narrow.

I observe and remain silent.

There is only one Christ, Jesus, one faith. All else is a dispute over trifles.

I am more afraid of making a fault in my Latin than of the Kings of Spain, France, Scotland, the whole House of Guise, and all of their confederates.

The end crowneth the work.

For, what is a family without a steward, a ship without a pilot, a flock without a shepherd, a body without a head, the same, I think, is a kingdom without the health and safety of a good monarch.