Order gave each thing view.
(Norfolk, Act 1 Scene 1)

Be to yourself
As you would to your friend.
(Norfolk, Act 1 Scene 1)

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself.
(Norfolk, Act 1 Scene 1)

'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake
That virtue must go through.
(Cardinal Wolsey, Act 1 Scene 2)

The mirror of all courtesy.
(Second Gentleman, Act 2 Scene 1)

'Tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perked up in a glist’ring grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
(Anne, Act 2 Scene 3)

Orpheus, with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing.
(Woman, Act 3 Scene 1)

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness,
And from that full meridian of my glory,
I haste now to my setting. I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.
(Cardinal Wolsey, Act 3 Scene 2)

I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.
(Cardinal Wolsey, Act 3 Scene 2)

A load would sink a navy: too much honour.
(Cardinal Wolsey, Act 3 Scene 2)

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee:
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
(Cardinal Wolsey, Act 3 Scene 2)

Men’s evil manners live in brass, their virtues
We write in water.
(Griffith, Act 4 Scene 2)

Those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour.
(Cranmer, Act 5 Scene 4)