T Is But The Fate Of Place, And The Rough Brake That Virtue Must Go Through.

'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

I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. -- 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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A load would sink a navy. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iii, Sc. 2
And sleep in dull cold marble. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iii, Sc.
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And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. -- 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
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act v, Sc.
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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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