You Are False to the Core
As low as to thy heart,
Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.
–Richard II,
Act I, Scene i

As low as to thy heart,
Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.
–Richard II,
Act I, Scene i

‘This man’s untrue,’
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;
Heard where his plants in others’ orchards grew,
Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
Thought characters and words merely but art,
And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.
–A Lover’s Complaint

His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
Not able to endure the sight of day,
But self-affrighted tremble at his sin.
–Richard II,
Act III, Scene ii

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
–Richard II,
Act V, Scene v