Two beheadings out of six wives is too many.

I see and hear daily that you of the Clergy preach one against another, teach one contrary to another, inveigh one against another without charity or discretion. Some be too stiff in their old mumpsimus, others be too busy and curious in their new sumpsimus. Thus all men almost be in variety and discord.

Hops are a wicked and pernicious weed.

I beseech you now with all my heart definitely to let me know your whole mind as to the love between us.

You have sent me a Flanders mare.

All is lost! Monks, Monks, Monks! So, now all is gone – Empire, Body, and Soul!.

Whoever leads an auspicious life here and governs the commonwealth rightly, as my most noble father did, who promoted all piety and banished all ignorance, has a most certain way to heaven.

My heart is set.
All goodly sport
For my comfort
Who shall me let?