Godly Meditation of the Christian Soul

So many heads, so many wits.

Godly Meditation of the Christian Soul

They are most deceived that trusteth most in themselves.

What a family is without a steward, a ship

without a pilot, a flock without a shepherd, a

body without a head, the same, I think, is a kingdom

without the health and safety of a good monarch.

That milkmaid's lot is better than mine,

and her life merrier.

There is one thing higher than Royalty:

and that is religion, which causes us

to leave the world, and seek God.

Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and

silence you have not already tested.

I would rather be a beggar and single

than a queen and married.

It is a natural virtue incident to our sex

to be pitiful of those that are afflicted.

Princes have big ears which hear far and near.

Monarchs ought to put to death the authors and

instigators of war, as their sworn enemies and

as dangers to their states.

It is true that the world was made in six days,

but it was by God, to whose power the infirmity of men

is not to be compared.

To the French Ambassador when he complained

about waiting six days for an answer to

I do not want a husband who honours me as a queen,

if he does not love me as a woman.

Although my royal rank causes me to doubt whether my

kingdom is not more sought after than myself, yet I

understand that you have found other graces in me.

There is small disproportion betwixt a fool who

useth not wit because he hath it not and him

that useth it not when it should avail him.

The end crowneth the work.

If we still advise we shall never do.

Where minds differ and opinions swerve

there is scant a friend in that company.

Those who appear the most sanctified are the worst.

The past cannot be cured.

A clear and innocent conscience fears nothing.

The stone often recoils on the head of the thrower.

A strength to harm is perilous in the hand

of an ambitious head.

He who placed me in this seat will keep me here.

A fool too late bewares when all the peril is past.

I regret the unhappiness of princes who are

slaves to forms and fettered by caution.

The word "must" is not to be used to princes.

Must! Is must a word to be addressed to princes?

Little man, little man! thy father, if he had

been alive, durst not have used that word.

The name of a successor is like

the tolling of my own death-bell!