Be Bold
Yield not thy neck
To fortune’s yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
–Henry VI Part 3,
Act III, Scene iii

Yield not thy neck
To fortune’s yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
–Henry VI Part 3,
Act III, Scene iii

For new-made honour doth forget men’s names.
–King John,
Act I, Scene i

He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
Heard, not regarded.
–Henry IV Part 1,
Act III, Scene ii

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust
than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
–Henry IV Part 2,
Act I, Scene ii

How sour sweet music is,
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
So is it in the music of men’s lives.
–Richard II,
Act V, Scene v

This is the state of man:
to-day he puts forth the tender leaves of hopes;
to-morrow blossoms.
–Henry VIII,
Act III, Scene ii

Now ’tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now, and they’ll o’ergrow the garden
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
–Henry VI Part 2,
Act III, Scene i