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Sorrow: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.— R. III. i. 4

Go, count thy way with sighs;-I mine with groans.— R. II. v. 1

When sorrows come, they come, not single spies, But in battalions.— H. iv. 5.

One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir, That may succeed as his inheritor.— P. P. i. 4.

'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots Out of the mind.— A.C. iv. 2.

A cypress, not a bosom, Hides my poor heart.— T. N. iii. 1

O, if you teach me to believe this sorrow, Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die. And let belief and life encounter so, As doth the fury of two desperate men, Which, in their very meeting, fall, and die.— K. J. iii. 1.

How ill all's here about my heart! H.v.2 I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout. To me, and to the state of my great grief, Let kings assemble; for my grief's so great, 0 That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up; here I and sorrow sit;— K. J. iii. 1

Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow Raze out the written troubles of the brain; And with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart?— M.v. 3

Impatience waiteth on true sorrow.— H. VI. PT. III. iii. 3

For gnarled sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light.— R. II. i. 3

Sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.— R. Π.i 2

All strange and terrible events are welcome, But comforts we despise; our size of sorrrow, Proportion'd to our cause must be as great, As that which makes it.— A. C. iv. 13.

But my heart bleeds. This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that— A. W. i. 3

e'er I heard virgin exclaim in. Down, thou climbing sorrow, thy element's below.— K. L. ii. 4.

But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.— T.C. i. 1.

This sorrow's heavenly, It strikes where it doth love.— O. v. 2.

And now and then an ample tear trill'd down Her delicate cheek; it seem'd, she was a queen Over her passion; who, most rebel-like, Sought to be king o'er her.— K. L. iv. 3.

Her nature became as a prey to her grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and now she sings in heaven.— A. W. iv. 3.

Parental

My grief Stretches itself beyond the hour of death; The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape, In forms imaginary, the unguided days, And rotten times that you shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors. H. IV. PT. II. iv.

Manly

One, whose subdu'd eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees,— O. v. 2

Their medicinal gum.

Mocked

These miseries are more than may be borne! To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal, But sorrow flouted at his double death. Tit. And. iii.

Uncalled For

The tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.— A. C. i. 2.