Gossip Stings
For vice repeated is like the wandering wind.
Blows dust in other’s eyes, to spread itself…
–Pericles,
Act I, Scene i

For vice repeated is like the wandering wind.
Blows dust in other’s eyes, to spread itself…
–Pericles,
Act I, Scene i

I am not only witty in myself,
but the cause that wit is in other men.
–Henry IV Part 2,
Act I, Scene ii

The time of life is short!
To spend that shortness basely were too long.
–Henry IV Part 1,
Act V, Scene ii

I charge thee, fling away ambition:
By that sin fell the angels.
–Henry VIII,
Act III, Scene, ii

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

O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention.
–Henry V,
Prologue
May the Force Be With You

O, that my tongue were in the thunder’s mouth!
Then with a passion would I shake the world.
— King John,
Act III, Scene iv