Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in;

A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.

King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I charge thee, fling away ambition:

By that sin fell the angels.

King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;

Corruption wins not more than honesty.

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: