| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him! -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Men's evil manners live in brass, their virtues We write in water. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one, Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading, Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | 'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5. |
| William Shakespeare | I have had my labour for my travail. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. -Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | The common curse of mankind,—folly and ignorance. -Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform, vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | His heart and hand both open and both free, For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows, Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5. |
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