Hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land, Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-Lion, Lord of thy presence and no land beside. – William Shakespeare King John, Act 1, Scene 1.
And if his name be George, I’ll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men’s names. – William Shakespeare King John, Act 1, Scene 1.
Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on. – William Shakespeare King John, Act 3, Scene 3.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form: Then have I reason to be fond of grief. – William Shakespeare King John, Act 3, Scene 4.
Another lean unwashed artificer Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur’s death. – William Shakespeare King John, Act 4, Scene 2.
Will you put out mine eyes? These eyes that never did nor never shall So much as frown on you? – William Shakespeare King John, Act 4, Scene 1.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. – William Shakespeare King John, Act 4, Scene 2.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin, but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be, To say there is no vice, but beggary. – William Shakespeare King John, Act 2, Scene 1.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! – William Shakespeare King John, Act 4, Scene 2.
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. – William Shakespeare King John, Act 5, Scene 7.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. – William Shakespeare King John, Act 4, Scene 2.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. – William Shakespeare King John, Act 3, Scene 4.
