Walk Softly
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

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

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

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