Alas, how can the poor souls live in Concord when you preachers sow amongst them in your sermons debate and discord? They look to you for light and you bring them darkness. Amend these crimes, I exhort you, and set forth God's word truly, both by true preaching and giving a good example, or else, I, whom God has appointed his vicar and high minister here, will see these divisions extinct, and these enormities corrected...

You have sent me a Flanders mare.

Well beloved subjects, wee thought that the clergie of our realme had been our subjectes wholy, but now we have well perceived that they bee but halfe our subjectes, yea, and scarce our subjectes: for all the prelates at their consecration make an othe to the pope, clene contrary to the the that they make to us, so that they seme to be his subjectes, and not ours.

Hops are a wicked and pernicious weed.

All is lost! Monks, Monks, Monks! So, now all is gone - Empire, Body, and Soul!.

All is lost. Monks, monks, monks!

I beseech you now with all my heart definitely to let me know your whole mind as to the love between us.