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

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

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

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee:
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues.
–Henry VIII,
Act III, Scene ii

Be to yourself
As you would to your friend.
–Henry VIII,
Act I, Scene i

And ’tis a kind of good deed to say well:
And yet words are no deeds.
–Henry VIII,
Act III, Scene ii

Tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
–Henry VIII,
Act II, Scene iii

Things done well,
And with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
— Henry VIII,
Act I, Scene ii