| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy! -King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to hell? -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Warwick, peace, Proud setter up and puller down of kings! -King Henry VI. Part III. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act iv. Sc. 8. |
| William Shakespeare | Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind, The thief doth fear each bush an officer. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act v. Sc. 6. |
| William Shakespeare | To leave this keen encounter of our wits. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won? -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Framed in the prodigality of nature. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | A parlous boy. -King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | So wise so young, they say, do never live long. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Off with his head! -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Even in the afternoon of her best days. -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7. |
| William Shakespeare | Thou troublest me, I am not in the vein. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
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