Sure You Will
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

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
Ye have angels’ faces, but heaven knows your hearts.
–Henry VIII,
Act III, Scene i