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“What is honour? A word. What is that word ‘honour’? Air. A trim135 reckoning! Who hath it? He that died o’Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible137, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction138 will not suffer it. Therefore I’ll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon139: and so ends my catechism.140”
― William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 1

“He made a blushing cital of himself,
And chid his truant youth with such a grace
As if he mastered there a double sprite
Of teaching and of learning instantly.
There did he pause: but let me tell the world:
If he outlive the envy of this day,
England did never owe so sweet a hope,
So much misconstrued in his wantonness.”
― William Shakespeare, King Henry IV, Part 1

“Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.”
― William Shakespeare, King Henry IV, Part 1

“You tread upon my patience: but be sure I will from henceforth rather be myself, Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition, Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down, And therefore lost that title of respect Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.”
― William Shakespeare, King Henry IV, Part 1