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Rief: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

These tidings nip me: and I hang the head, As flowers with frost, or grass beat down with storms.— Tit. And. iv. 4.

Nor doth the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature, That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.— O. i. 3.

Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs.— R. J. i 1.

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue!— M. iv. 3.

Now my soul's palace is become a prison: Ah, would she break from hence! that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest; For never henceforth shall I joy again. H. VI. PT. III. ii. 1. How now! has sorrow made thee dote already?— Tit. And. iii.

His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life Began to crack.— K. L. v.

But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd, Nor construe any further my neglect, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men. J.Ciz All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral: Our instruments, to melancholy bells: Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary.— K. J. iv. 5

Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie: and tears, shed there, Shall be my recreation: so long as Nature Will bear up with this exercise, so long I daily vow to use it.— W.T. iii. 2.

O break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break at once! To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! Vile earth, to earth resign; end, motion, here. And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier.— R. J. iii. 2

Sorrow, and grief of heart, Made him speak fondly, like a frantic man.— R. II. iii. 3

Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; And he, the noble image of my youth, Is overspread with them: therefore my grief Stretches itself beyond the hour of death.— H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to— H. iv. 5.

think they should lay him i' the cold ground. Bind up those tresses: O, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs! Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Do glew themselves in sociable grief; Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Sticking together in calamity.— K. J. iii 4.

There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.— K. J. iii. 4.

Every one can master a grief, but he that has it.— M. A. iii. 2.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide.— H. VI. PT. III. iv. 3.

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.— H. VI. PT. III. v. 4.

What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand— H. v. i.

Like wonder-wounded hearers? Friend, I owe more tears— J.C. v. 3.

To this dead man, than thou shalt see me pay. J.C. v. 3. Strange it is, That nature must compel us to lament— A.C. v. 1.

Our most persisted deeds. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less.— Cym. iv. 2.

What's gone, and what's past help,— W.T. iii. 2.

Should be past grief. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?— H. VIII. iv. 2.

O, that I were as great— R. II. iii 3.

As is my grief!