| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Tetchy and wayward. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | The king's name is a tower of strength. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Give me another horse, bind up my wounds. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | A thing devised by the enemy. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Order gave each thing view. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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