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• He hath eaten me out of house and home. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc.
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• He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iv, Sc. 4...
• Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. -- William Shakespeare, "Henry IV
• Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VI -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book
  he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink....
• Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,--how then?
  Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound?...