How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,

Within whose circuit is Elysium

And all that poets feign of bliss and joy!

King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2.

And many strokes, though with a little axe,

Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.

King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 1.

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The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.

King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.