The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
‘Richard II’ (1595) act 2, sc. 1, l. 40
I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:
These high wild hills and rough uneven ways
Draw out our miles and make them wearisome.
‘Richard II’ (1595) act 2, sc. 3, l. 2
I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul remembering my good friends.
‘Richard II’ (1595) act 2, sc. 3, l. 46
Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.
‘Richard II’ (1595) act 2, sc. 3, l. 87
The caterpillars of the commonwealth.
‘Richard II’ (1595) act 2, sc. 3, l. 166
Things past redress are now with me past care.
‘Richard II’ (1595) act 2, sc. 3, l. 171
Eating the bitter bread of banishment.
‘Richard II’ (1595) act 3, sc. 1, l. 21
Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm from an anointed king;
The breath of worldly men cannot depose
The deputy elected by the Lord.
For every man that Bolingbroke hath pressedd
To lift shrewd steel against our golden crown,
God for his Richard hath in heavenly pay
A glorious angel; then, if angels fight,
Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right.
‘Richard II’ (1595) act 3, sc. 2, l. 54
O! call back yesterday, bid time return.
‘Richard II’ (1595) act 3, sc. 2, l. 69
Is not the king’s name twenty thousand names?
Arm, arm, my name! A puny subject strikes
At thy great glory.
‘Richard II’ (1595) act 3, sc. 2, l. 85
The worst is death, and death will have his day.
‘Richard II’ (1595) act 3, sc. 2, l. 103
Of comfort no man speak:
Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes