A Fool Too Late Bewares When All

Let The Good Service Of Well-deservers Be Never Rewarded With Loss. Let Their Thanks Be Such As May Encourage More Strivers For The Like.

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.

Had I Been Crested, Not Cloven, My Lords, You Had Not Treated Me Thus.

There Is Only One Christ, Jesus, One Faith. All Else Is A Dispute Over Trifles.

I Pray To God That I Shall Not Live One Hour After I Have Thought Of Using Deception.