Hubris
That’s a valiant flea that dare
eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
–Henry V,
Act III, Scene vii

That’s a valiant flea that dare
eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
–Henry V,
Act III, Scene vii

You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian! I’ll tickle your catastrophe!”
–Henry IV Part 2,
Act III, Scene i

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer…
–Richard III,
Act, I Scene i

How now, wool-sack! what mutter you?
–Henry IV Part 1,
Act II, Scene iv

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
–Timon of Athens,
Act III, Scene vi

I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad,
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii

Thy friendship makes us fresh…
And doth beget new courage in our breasts.
—Henry VI Part 1,
Act III, Scene iii