The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake,… — 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
But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. — 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
When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O all you host of heaven!O Earth! waht else? And shall i couple hell? O Fie! Hold, hold, my heart And you,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. — 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
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me… — 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 Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image