The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands
Is nothing left me but my body’s length.
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
‘Henry VI, Part 3’ (1592) act 5, sc. 2, l. 23
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
‘Henry VI, Part 3’ (1592) act 5, sc. 6, l. 11
Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither.
‘Henry VI, Part 3’ (1592) act 5, sc. 6, l. 67
7.66.14 Henry VIII
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself.
‘Henry VIII’ (1613) act 1, sc. 1, l. 140
If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
I had it from my father.
‘Henry VIII’ (1613) act 1, sc. 4, l. 26
Go with me, like good angels, to my end;
And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me,
Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,
And lift my soul to heaven.
‘Henry VIII’ (1613) act 2, sc. 1, l. 75
Chamberlain: It seems the marriage with his brother’s wife
Has crept too near his conscience.
Suffolk: No; his conscience
Has crept too near another lady.
‘Henry VIII’ (1613) act 2, sc. 2, l. [17]
Heaven will one day open
The king’s eyes, that so long have slept upon
This bold bad man.
‘Henry VIII’ (1613) act 2, sc. 2, l. [42].
I would not be a queen
For all the world.
‘Henry VIII’ (1613) act 2, sc. 2, l. 45
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers