Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Then he is dead? Ross: Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by the worth,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . .… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Give me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow; But no man's virtue nor sufficiency… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
