Dirty Devotion
I love thee better than I love e’er a scurvy young boy of
them all.
—Henry IV Part 2,
Act II, Scene iv
I love thee better than I love e’er a scurvy young boy of
them all.
—Henry IV Part 2,
Act II, Scene iv
She hath more hair than wit, and more faults
than hairs, and more wealth than faults…
Stop there. I’ll have her.
—Two Gentlemen of Verona,
Act III, Scene i

Let [him] frantic triumph for a while
And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
We’ll pull his plumes and take away his train.
—Henry VI Part 1,
Act III, Scene iii
If heaven have any grievous plague in store
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,
And then hurl down their indignation.
—Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
–Henry VI, Part 3,
Act II Scene ii

One sin, I know, another doth provoke;
Murder’s as near to lust as flame to smoke.
–Pericles,
Act I Scene i

There’s no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.
–Henry IV Part 1,
Act III, Scene iii