I regret the unhappiness of princes who are slaves to forms and fettered by caution.
Words are leaves, the substance consists of deeds, which are the true fruits of a good tree.
A meal of bread, cheese and beer constitutes the perfect food.
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 would not open windows into men's souls.
I am no lover of pompous title, but only desire that my name may be recorded in a line or two, which shall briefly express my name, my virginity, the years of my reign, the reformation of religion under it, and my preservation of peace.