The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

As ’twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,
That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep,
And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 1, sc. 4, l. 21
Clarence is come,—false, fleeting, perjured Clarence.
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 1, sc. 4, l. 55
Woe to the land that’s governed by a child!
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 2, sc. 3, l. 11.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 3, sc. 1, l. 79
My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn,
I saw good strawberries in your garden there.
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 3, sc. 4, l. 31
Talk’st thou to me of ‘ifs’? Thou art a traitor:
Off with his head!
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 3, sc. 4, l. 74
I am not in the giving vein to-day.
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 4, sc. 2, l. 115
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham’s bosom.
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 4, sc. 3, l. 38
Thou cam’st on earth to make the earth my hell.
A grievous burden was thy birth to me;
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;
Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild and furious;
Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous;
Thy age confirmed, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody,
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred;
What comfortable hour canst thou name
That ever graced me in thy company?
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 4, sc. 4, l. 167
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 4, sc. 4, l. 359
Harp not on that string.
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 4, sc. 4, l. 365
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 5, sc. 2, l. 23
The king’s name is a tower of strength.
‘Richard III’ (1591) act 5, sc. 3, l. 12
Give me another horse! bind up my wounds!