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• So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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• He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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• He will give the devil his due. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 2
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• Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Press not a falling man too far! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iii, Sc.
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• This bold bad man. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
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• T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.
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