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• He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• He will give the devil his due. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 2
• And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Brain him with his lady's fan. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 3
• King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crow
  He held them sixpence all too dear,-- With that he called the tailor lown....
• His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act i, Sc.
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