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
That it do singe yourself.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII
-- Act i, Sc. 1
Related:
- Order gave each thing view.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
King Henry VIII -- Act i, Sc.... - Anger is like
A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him. -- William Shakespeare (1564... - No man's pie is freed
From his ambitious finger.
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William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII ... - So shaken as we are, so wan with care.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc.... - A royal train, believe me.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.... - The mirror of all courtesy.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
King Henry VIII -- Act ii, Sc.... - Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Hot. Why,
so can I, or so can any man; But will they come when... - I 'll tickle your catastrophe.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc.... - So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc....
