Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
(Westmorland, Act 1 Scene 1)

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
(Richard, Act 1 Scene 2)

O, tiger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide!
(York, Act 1 Scene 4) 

Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible,
Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
(York, Act 1 Scene 4)

To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me.
(Richard, Act 2 Scene 1)

The smallest worm will turn being trodden on.
(Clifford, Act 2 Scene 2)

O God! Methinks it were a happy life,
To be no better than a homely swain,
To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
Thereby to see the minutes how they run:
(King Henry VI, Act 2 Scene 5)

Let me embrace the sour adversaries
For wise men say it is the wisest course.
(King Henry VI, Act 3 Scene 1)

My crown is in my heart, not on my head.
(King Henry, Act 3 Scene 1)

Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
(Gloucester, Act 4 Scene 1)

For trust not him that hath once broken faith.
(Lady Grey, Act 4 Scene 4)

Fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
(Gloucester, Act 4 Scene 7)

And live we how we can, yet die we must.
(Warwick, Act 5 Scene 2)

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
(Gloucester, Act 5 Scene 6)