| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | And he that stands upon a slippery place Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | How now, foolish rheum! -King John. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Make haste, the better foot before. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Another lean unwashed artificer. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Mocking the air with colours idly spread. -King John. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | 'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7. |
| William Shakespeare | Now my soul hath elbow-room. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7. |
| William Shakespeare | This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7. |
| William Shakespeare | Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7. |
| William Shakespeare | Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3. |
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