It Is Good To Jest, But Not

I Grieve And Dare Not Show My Discontent, I Love And Yet Am Forced To Seem To Hate, I Do, Yet Dare Not Say I Ever Meant, I Seem Stark Mute But Inwardly Do Prate. I Am And Not, I Freeze And Yet Am Burned, Since From Myself Another Self I Turned. My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.

I May Not Be A Lion,but I Am Lions Cub And I Have Lion's Heart

We Princes Are Set As It Were Upon Stages, In The Sight And View Of All The World. The Least Spot Is Soon Spied In Our Garments, A Blemish Quickly Noticed In Our Doings.

One Man With A Head On His Shoulders Is Worth A Dozen Without.

[on Being Told Mary, Queen Of Scots, Was Taller Than She:] Then She Is Too High, For I Myself Am Neither Too High Nor Too Low.