The Past Cannot Be Cured.

[on Thomas Seymour's Death:] This Day Died A Man Of Much Wit And Very Little Judgment.

I Will Have Here But One Mistress And No Master.

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

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.

Chastity Is The Ermine Of Woman's Soul.