| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | 'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | The mirror of all courtesy. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | This bold bad man. -King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | '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. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | '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. |
| William Shakespeare | And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | Press not a falling man too far! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | A load would sink a navy. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | And sleep in dull cold marble. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | I charge thee, fling away ambition, By that sin fell the angels. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | A royal train, believe me. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
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