Quotes From "Richard Ii" By William Shakespeare

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and...
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Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day. William Shakespeare
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust...
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Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills William Shakespeare
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
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I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. William Shakespeare
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I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours. William Shakespeare
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My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts, and these same thoughts people this little world. William Shakespeare
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Each substance of grief hath twenty shadows, which shows like grief itself, but is not so; or sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, divides one thing entire to many objects: like perspectives which, rightly gaz'd upon, show nothing but confusion: William Shakespeare
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If I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the rest; William Shakespeare
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The shadow of my sorrow. Let's see, 'tis very true. My griefs lie all within and these external manners of laments are mere shadows to the unseen grief which swells with silence in the tortured soul. There lies the substance. William Shakespeare
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For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done. William Shakespeare
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I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Give me that glass and therein will I read. No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass, Like to my followers in prosperity Thou dost beguile me! William Shakespeare
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Our nearness to the king in love is nearness to those who love not the king. William Shakespeare
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Deal mildly with his youth; for young hot colts, being rag's, do rage the more. William Shakespeare
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Mine honor is my life; both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done. William Shakespeare
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-Gardener: ..Go thou, and like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, That look too lofty in our commonwealth: All must be even in our government. You thus employ'd, I will go root away The noisome weeds, which without profit suck The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.+ Servant: Why should we in the compass of a pale Keep law and form and due proportion, Showing, as in a model, our firm estate, When our sea-walled garden, the whole land, Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up, Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruin'd, Her knots disorder'd and her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars?- Gardener: Hold thy peace! He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf., , . William Shakespeare
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Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne. William Shakespeare