| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | As for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye. -King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 5. |
| William Shakespeare | So shaken as we are, so wan with care. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Old father antic the law. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | 'T is my vocation, Hal, 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | He will give the devil his due. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | There 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home, He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | God save the mark. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise, And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly, and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | I know a trick worth two of that. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
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