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O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A parlous boy. -King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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So wise so young, they say, do never live long. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Off with his head! -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Even in the afternoon of her best days. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Tetchy and wayward. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The king's name is a tower of strength. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A thing devised by the enemy. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think there be six Richmonds in the field. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Order gave each thing view. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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The mirror of all courtesy. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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This bold bad man. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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'T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Press not a falling man too far! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A load would sink a navy. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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And sleep in dull cold marble. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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A royal train, believe me. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Author: William Shakespeare
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An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Author: William Shakespeare
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