The Stone Often Recoils On The Head

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.

Ye May Have A Greater Prince, But Ye Shall Never Have A More Loving Prince.

[on Thomas Seymour's Death:] This Day Died A Man Of Much Wit And Very Little Judgment.

A Clear And Innocent Conscience Fears Nothing.

A Fool Too Late Bewares When All The Peril Is Past.