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: