Henry VIII Quotes

In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing die.

– William Shakespeare

O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes’ favours!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.

– William Shakespeare

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth.

– William Shakespeare

I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.

– William Shakespeare

I charge thee, fling away ambition:
By that sin fell the angels.

– William Shakespeare

He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

– 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!

– William Shakespeare

Go with me, like good angels, to my end;
And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me,
Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,
And lift my soul to heaven.

– William Shakespeare

I would not be a queen
For all the world.

– William Shakespeare

Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing.

– William Shakespeare

Those twins of learning that he raised in you,
Ipswich and Oxford!

– William Shakespeare

He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach.

– 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.

– William Shakespeare

His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
But his performance, as he is now, nothing.

– William Shakespeare

Some come to take their ease
And sleep an act or two.

– William Shakespeare

So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!

– William Shakespeare

In her days every man shall eat in safety
Under his own vine what he plants; and sing
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.

– William Shakespeare

‘T is a cruelty
To load a falling man.

– William Shakespeare

Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her ashes new-create another heir
As great in admiration as herself.

– William Shakespeare