A Meal Of Bread, Cheese And Beer

The End Crowneth The Work.

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

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.

If We Still Advise We Shall Never Do.

Brass Shines As Fair To The Ignorant As Gold To The Goldsmiths.