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• Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act i, 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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• A royal train, believe me. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc. 1
• The mirror of all courtesy. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act ii, Sc. 1
• Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• I come not To hear such flattery now, and in my presence.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act v, Sc. 3...
• T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• 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...