Offer of Merit
As my true service shall deserve your love.
–Richard II,
Act III, Scene iii

As my true service shall deserve your love.
–Richard II,
Act III, Scene iii

Love loving not itself none other can.
— Richard II,
Act V, Scene iii

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

The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation: that away,
Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
–Richard II,
Act I, Scene i

A lunatic lean-witted fool…
This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head
Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.
–Richard II,
Act II, Scene i

Lay aside life-harming heaviness
And entertain a cheerful disposition.
–Richard II,
Act II, Scene ii

Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end.
Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.
–Richard II,
Act III, Scene ii