Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
Quotes from Richard III — William Shakespeare
1564–1616 England
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Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by women.
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
'Tis a blushing shamefast spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.
Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror:
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
Are you call'd forth from out a world of men,
To slay the innocent?
Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.
And wet his grave with my repentant tears.
Tear-falling pity dwells not in his eye.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings:
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
But then I sigh; and, with a piece of Scripture,
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil.
Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?
I know a discontented gentleman,
Whose humble means match not his haughty mind.
The world is grown so bad,
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
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