[on Thomas Seymour's Death:] This

My Loving People, We Have Been Persuaded By Some That Are Careful Of Our Safety, To Take Heed How We Commit Ourself To Armed Multitudes For Fear Of Treachery; But I Assure You, I Do Not Desire To Live To Distrust My Faithful And Loving People. I Know I Have The Body But Of A Weak And Feeble Woman, But I Have The Heart And Stomach Of A King, And Of A King Of England Too, And Think Foul Scorn That Parma Or Spain, Or Any Prince Of Europe Should Dare To Invade The Borders Of My Realm.

I Shall Lend Credit To Nothing Against My People Which Parents Would Not Believe Against Their Own Children.

I Would Gladly Chastise Those Who Represent Things As Different From What They Are. Those Who Steal Property Or Make Counterfeit Money Are Punished, And Those Ought To Be Still More Severely Dealt With Who Steal Away Or Falsify The Good Name Of A Prince.

If We Still Advise We Shall Never Do.

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.