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Quotes from Richard II — William Shakespeare

1564–1616 England

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Direct not him, whose way himself will choose;
'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.

Richard II (1595)

He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder.

Richard II (1595)

The setting sun, and music at the close,
At the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last.

Richard II (1595)

Yet looks he like a king; behold, his eye,
As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
Controlling majesty.

Richard II (1595)

I see your brows are full of discontent,
Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears.

Richard II (1595)

I will go root away
The noisome weeds which without profit suck
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.

Richard II (1595)

It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.

Richard II (1595)

O that I were a mockery king of snow,
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
To melt myself away in water drops!

Richard II (1595)

Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.

Richard II (1595)

Joy, being altogether wanting,
It doth remember me the more of sorrow.

Richard II (1595)

O, call back yesterday, bid time return.

Richard II (1595)

Speak with me, pity me, open the door:
A beggar begs that never begg'd before.

Richard II (1595)

The love of wicked men converts to fear;
That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both
To worthy danger and deserved death.

Richard II (1595)

Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.

Richard II (1595)

Misery makes sport to mock itself.

Richard II (1595)

How long a time lies in one little word!
Four lagging winters and four wanton springs
End in a word: such is the breath of kings.

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There I throw my gage,
To prove it on thee to the extremest point
Of mortal breathing.

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You may my glories and my state depose,
But not my griefs; still am I king of those.

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Have stooped my neck under your injuries
And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds,
Eating the bitter bread of banishment.

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My grief lies all within;
And these external manners of laments
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul.

Richard II (1595)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: William Shakespeare (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.