The Concise Oxford Dictionary of Quotations (390 page)
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Authors: Elizabeth Knowles
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 5, sc. 4, l. 65
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
But not remembered in thy epitaph!
Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 5, sc. 4, l. [100]
Poor Jack, farewell!
I could have better spared a better man.
Henry IV, Part 1
(1597) act 5, sc. 4, l. [103]
197
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 1, sc. 2, l. [10]
It is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal.
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 1, sc. 2, l. [139]
I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient.
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 1, sc. 2, l. [145]
chief justice
: God send the prince a better companion!
falstaff
: God send the companion a better prince!
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 1, sc. 2, l. [227]
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 1, sc. 2, l. [268]
Pack-horses,
And hollow pampered jades of Asia,
Which cannot go but thirty miles a day.
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 2, sc. 4, l. [176].
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 2, sc. 4, l. [283]
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 3, sc. 1, l. 31
Most forcible Feeble.
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 3, sc. 2, l. [181]
We have heard the chimes at midnight.
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 3, sc. 2, l. [231]
I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death.
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 3, sc. 2, l. [253].
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 4, sc. 5, l. 91
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
But Harry, Harry.
Henry IV, Part 2
(1597) act 5, sc. 2, l. 47
210
O! for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention.
Henry V
(1599) chorus, l. 1
Can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Henry V
(1599) chorus, l. 11
Consideration like an angel came,
And whipped the offending Adam out of him.
Henry V
(1599) act 1, sc. 1, l. 28
When we have matched our rackets to these balls,
We will in France, by God's grace, play a set
Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
Henry V
(1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. 261
Now all the youth of England are on fire,
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.
Henry V
(1599) act 2, chorus, l. 1
He's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom.
Henry V
(1599) act 2, sc. 3, l. [9]
His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields.
Henry V
(1599) act 2, sc. 3, l. [17]
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
Henry V
(1599) act 3, sc. 1, l. 1
The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge
Cry "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"
Henry V
(1599) act 3, sc. 1, l. 32
A little touch of Harry in the night.
Henry V
(1599) act 4, chorus, l. 47
The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold,
A lad of life, an imp of fame,
Of parents good, of fist most valiant:
I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-string
I love the lovely bully.
Henry V
(1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. 44
I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.
Henry V
(1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. [106]
I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing when blood is their argument?
Henry V
(1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. [149]
Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own.
Henry V
(1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. [189]
Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls,
Our debts, our careful wives,
Our children, and our sins lay on the king!
Henry V
(1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. [250]
And what have kings that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
Henry V
(1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. [258]
O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts.
Henry V
(1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. [309]
If we are marked to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
Henry V
(1599) act 4, sc. 3, l. 20
He which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart.
Henry V
(1599) act 4, sc. 3, l. 35
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Henry V
(1599) act 4, sc. 3, l. 40
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day.
Henry V
(1599) act 4, sc. 3, l. 47
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Henry V
(1599) act 4, sc. 3, l. 60
232
Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days.
Henry VI, Part 1
(1592) act 1, sc. 2, l. 131
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
Plantagenet
Henry VI, Part 1
(1592) act 2, sc. 4, l. 30
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
Somerset
Henry VI, Part 1
(1592) act 2, sc. 4, l. 33
235
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just.
Henry VI, Part 2
(1592) act 3, sc. 2, l. 233
The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
Henry VI, Part 2
(1592) act 4, sc. 2, l. [86]
And Adam was a gardener.
Henry VI, Part 2
(1592) act 4, sc. 2, l. [146]
Away with him! away with him! he speaks Latin.
Henry VI, Part 2
(1592) act 4, sc. 7, l. [62]
239
O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!
Henry VI, Part 3
(1592) act 1, sc. 4, l. 137
240
As the long divorce of steel falls on me,
Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,
And lift my soul to heaven.
Henry VIII
(1613) act 2, sc. 1, l. 76
Heaven will one day open
The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon
This bold bad man.
Henry VIII
(1613) act 2, sc. 2, l. [42]
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing.
Henry VIII
(1613) act 3, sc. 1, l. 3
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
Henry VIII
(1613) act 3, sc. 2, l. 352
When he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Henry VIII
(1613) act 3, sc. 2, l. 372
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition:
By that sin fell the angels.
Henry VIII
(1613) act 3, sc. 2, l. 441
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Henry VIII
(1613) act 3, sc. 2, l. 456.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.
Henry VIII
(1613) act 4, sc. 2, l. 45.
248
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey?
Julius Caesar
(1599) act 1, sc. 1, l. [40]
Beware the ides of March.
Julius Caesar
(1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. 18
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Julius Caesar
(1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. 134
Let me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights;
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Julius Caesar
(1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. 191.
'Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness.
Julius Caesar
(1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. [255]
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder.
Julius Caesar
(1599) act 2, sc. 1, l. 14
Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.
Julius Caesar
(1599) act 2, sc. 1, l. 173
When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Julius Caesar
(1599) act 2, sc. 2, l. 30
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Julius Caesar
(1599) act 2, sc. 2, l. 32