Cold Curses
Well could I curse away a winter’s night.
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.
-Henry VI Part 2,
Act III, Scene ii

Well could I curse away a winter’s night.
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.
-Henry VI Part 2,
Act III, Scene ii

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
—Henry VI Part 3,
Act V, Scene vi

The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers…
Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing,
that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment?
That parchment, being scribbled o’er, should undo a man?
-Henry VI Part 2,
Act IV, Scene ii