Think not, O Mortal, vainly gay. That Thou from Human Woes is free, The bitter cup I drink today, Tomorrow may be drunk by thee.
I do wash my hands in innocency, before God and the face of you, good Christian people this day.
Although it hath pleased God to hasten my death by you, by whom my life should rather have been lengthened, yet can I patiently take it, that I yield God more hearty thanks for shortening my woeful days.
God grant you all your desires and accept my own hearty thanks for all your attention to me. Although indeed, those attentions have tried me more than death can now terrify me.
I ground my faith upon God's word, and not upon the church.
The faith of the church must be tried by God's word, and not God's word by the church; neither yet my faith.
The crown is not my right, and pleaseth me not. The Lady Mary is the rightful heir.
All their sport in the park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato; alas good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Pray God in the bowels of his mercy to send you his Holy Spirit; for he hath given you his great gift of utterance, if it pleased him also to open the eyes of your heart.