The end crowneth the work.
O Fortune, how thy restless, wavering state has fraught with cares my troubled wit!
I thank God I am endued with such qualities that if I were turned out of the Realm in my petticoat I were able to live in any place in Christendom.
I pray to God that I shall not live one hour after I have thought of using deception.
I don't keep a dog and bark myself.
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.