A Fool Too Late Bewares When All

Be Of Good Cheer, For You Will Never Want, For The Bullet Was Meant For Me, Though It Hit You.

I Will Be As Good Unto Ye As Ever A Queen Was Unto Her People. No Will In Me Can Lack, Neither Do I Trust Shall There Lack Any Power. And Persuade Yourselves That For The Safety And Quietness Of You All I Will Not Spare If Need Be To Spend My Blood.

O Fortune, How Thy Restless, Wavering State Has Fraught With Cares My Troubled Wit!

My Mortal Foe Can No Ways Wish Me A Greater Harm Than England's Hate; Neither Should Death Be Less Welcome Unto Me Than Such A Mishap Betide Me.

If There Were Two Princes In Christendom Who Had Good Will And Courage, It Would Be Very Easy To Reconcile The Religious Difficulties; There Is Only One Jesus Christ And One Faith, And All The Rest Is A Dispute Over Trifles.