Self-mettle tires him.
King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself.
King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake
That virtue must go through.
King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2.
The mirror of all courtesy.
King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.