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- An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
- William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "King Richard III", Act 4 scene 4
- True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "King Richard III", Act 5 scene 2
- '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. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "King Henry VIII", Act 2 scene 3
- Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "King Richard III", Act 1 scene 1
- Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "King Henry V", Act 3 scene 1
- This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,-- This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "King Richard II", Act 2 scene 1
- This England never did, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "King John", Act 5 scene 7
- What's gone and what's past help
Should be past grief. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Winter's Tale", Act 3 scene 2
- Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "All's Well that Ends Well", Act 5 scene 3
- No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en;
In brief, sir, study what you most affect. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "The Taming of the Shrew", Act 1 scene 1
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