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King Richard the Second.


All places that the eye of heaven visits, are to a wise man ports and happy havens: teach thy necessity to reason thus; there is no virtue like necessity.-GAUNT. Act I., Scene 3.

All is uneven, and every thing is left at six and seven. -YORK, II., 2.

Awhile to work, and, after, holiday.-BOLING. III., 1.


Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, where nothing lives, but crosses, care, and grief.-YORK, II., 2.

Come, come, in wooing sorrow, let's be brief, since, wedding it, there is such length in grief.-K. RICH. V., 1.


Each day still better other's happiness; until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, add an immortal title to your crown!-NOR. I., 1.

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, which shew like grief itself, but are not so: for sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, divides one thing entire to many objects; like pérspectives, which, rightly gaz'd upon, shew nothing but confusion.-BUSHY, II., 2.

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor, which, till my infant fortune comes to years, stands for my bounty.-BOLING. II., 3.


Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite the man that mocks at it, and sets it light.—Gaunt. I., 3.


How long a time lies in one little word! four lagging winters, and four wanton springs, end in a word; Such is the breath of kings.-BOLING. I., 3.

Heaven hath a hand in these events; to whose high will we bound our calm contents.-YORK. V., 2.

How sour sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!-K. RICH. V., 5.


I will despair, and be at emnity with cozening hope; he is a flatterer, a parasite, a keeper-back of death, who gently would dissolve the bands of life, which false hope lingers in extremity.-QUEEN, II., 2.

If angels fight, weak men must fall; for heaven still guards the right.-K. RICH. III., 2.

Is not the king's name forty thousand names?—K. RICH. III., 2.

Is there no plot to rid the realm of this pernicious blot?-AUM. IV., 1.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.K. RICH. V., 5.


Lions make leopards tame.-K. RICH. I., 1.

Let them go to ear the land that hath some hope to grow.-K. RICH. III., 2.


Men judge by the complexion of the sky
The state and inclination of the day :
So may you by my dull and heavy eye,
My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say.-


Must I ravel out my weav'd-up follies?-K. RICH. IV., 1.

My grief lies all within; and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief, that swells with silence in the tortur'd soul; there lies the substance.-K. RICH. IV., 1.


Not all the water in the rough rude sea can wash the balm from an anointed king: the breath of worldly men cannot depose the deputy elected by the Lord.-K. RICH. III., 2.

Nothing can we call our own, but death; and that small model of the barren earth, which serves as paste and cover to our bones.-K. RICH. III., 2.


O, flattering glass, like to my followers in prosperity, thou dost beguile me!—K. RICH. IV., 1.


Pride must have a fall.—K. RICH. V., 5.


Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, the uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.-BOLING. I., 1.

Sweet love, I see, changing his property, turns to the sourest and most deadly hate.-SCROOP, III., 2.

So two, together weeping, make one woe.-K. RICH. V., 1.


The purest treasure mortal times afford, is-spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest is-a bold spirit in a loyal breast.—NOR. I., 1.

That which in mean men we entitle-patience, is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.-DUCH. I., 2.

That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; and those his golden beams, to you here lent, shall point on me, and gild my banishment.-BOLING. II., 3.


The apprehension of the good, gives but the greater feeling to the worse: fell sorrow's tooth did never rankle more, than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore.-BOLING. I., 3.

The ripest fruits first falls.-K. RICH. II., 1.

The task he undertakes is-numb'ring sands, and drinking oceans dry.-GREEN, II., 2.

That is not forgot, which ne'er I did remember.— PERCY, II., 3.

The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, and not neglected; else, if heaven would and we will not, heaven's offer we refuse; the proffer'd means of succour and redress.-BISHOP, III., 2.

The worst is death, and death will have his day.K. RICH. III., 2.

They well deserve to have, that know the strong'st and surest way to get.-K. RICH. III., 3.

Tears shew their love, but want their remedies.K. RICH. III., 3.

The love of wicked friends converts to fear; that fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both, to worthy danger, and deserved death.-K. RICH. V., 1.

The word is short, but not so short as sweet; no word like pardon, for kings' mouths so meet.-DUCH.

V., 3.

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