Rise Skyward
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
–Richard III,
Act V, Scene ii

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
–Richard III,
Act V, Scene ii

I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die:
A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!
–Richard III,
Act V, Scene iv

And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii

Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.
—Richard III,
Act IV, 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

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