Nothing In It
The odds is gone
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.
–Antony and Cleopatra,
Act IV, Scene xiv

The odds is gone
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.
–Antony and Cleopatra,
Act IV, Scene xiv

Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!
You tallow-face!
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act III, Scene v

They that my trust must grow to, live not here:
They are, as all my other comforts, far hence
In mine own country.
–Henry VIII,
Act III, Scene i

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself.
-Henry VIII,
Act I, Scene i

Men’s evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.
-Henry VIII,
Act IV, Scene ii

He was a fool;
For he would needs be virtuous…Learn this, brother,
We live not to be grip’d by meaner persons.
–Henry VIII,
Act II, Scene ii

I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.
-Henry VIII,
Act III, Scene ii