Take Your Time
I would not grow so fast, because
sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
–Richard III,
Act II, Scene iv

I would not grow so fast, because
sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
–Richard III,
Act II, Scene iv

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

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

Your reasons are too shallow and too quick.
–Richard III,
Act IV, Scene iv

Take heed of yonder dog!
Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites,
His venom tooth will rankle to the death:
Have not to do with him, beware of him.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii

O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii