There Is Only One Christ,

Those Who Appear The Most Sanctified Are The Worst

[to Edward De Vere, Earl Of Oxford, On His Return From Self-imposed Exile, Occasioned By The Embarrassing Flatulence He Had Experienced In The Presence Of The Queen:] My Lord, I Had Forgot The Fart.

The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My Present Joy.

God Forgive You, But I Never Can.

Although I May Not Be A Lioness, I Am A Lion's Cub, And Inherit Many Of His Qualities; And As Long As The King Of France Treats Me Gently He Will Find Me As Gentle And Tractable As He Can Desire; But If He Be Rough, I Shall Take The Trouble To Be Just As Troublesome And Offensive To Him As I Can.