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• So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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• The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iv, Sc.
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• He will give the devil his due. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 2
• He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, 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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• An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye
  Give him a little earth for charity! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc....
• His cares are now all ended. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc. 2
• Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act v, Sc. 5...
• A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iii, Sc. 2...