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| William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued) |
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| 1119 |
The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. |
| King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| 1120 |
| A thing devised by the enemy. 1 |
| King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| 1121 |
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. |
| 1122 |
| A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! |
| King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4. |
| 1123 |
| Order gave each thing view. |
| King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 1124 |
No mans pie is freed From his ambitious finger. |
| King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 1125 |
Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allowd his way, Self-mettle tires him. |
| King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 1126 |
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. |
| King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 1127 |
T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. |
| King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1128 |
| The mirror of all courtesy. |
| King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 1129 |
| This bold bad man. 2 |
| King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 1130 |
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. |
| 1131 |
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. |
| 1132 |
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. |