A Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations

Every human feeling, answered by Shakespeare: an 1892 dictionary that files the Bard's best lines under the passions they express — from Ambition to Woe.

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Sympathy: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

You are merry, and so am I; Halha! then there's more sympathy: you love sack, and so do I; - would you desire better sympathy ?— M. W. ii. 1.
Grief best is pleas'd with grief's society. True sorrow then is feelingly surpris'd When with like feeling it is sympathis'd. Poems. Companionship in woe, doth woe assuage. Poems. Sweets with sweets war not; joy delights in joy. Poems. Ay, sooth; sọ humbled, That he hath left part of his grief with me; I suffer with him.— 0. iii. 3.
Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.— T. v. L
Shakespearian Dictionary. SYM— O I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Which had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her) Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.— T. i. 2
Was this a face To be expos'd against the warring winds? To stand against the deep, dread-bolted thunder?— K. L. iv. 7.
And wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack! Alack! "Tis wonder, that thy life, and wits, at once Had not concluded all.— K. L. iv. 7.
All bless'd secrets, All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate, In the good man's distress.— K. L. iv. 4.
The mind much sufferance doth o'er-skip,— K. L. iii. 6
When grief hath mates.— That I am wretcned,
Makes thee the happier: Heavens, deal so still! •Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly; So distribution should undo excess, And each man have enough.— K. L. iv. 1
If sorrow can admit society— R.III. iv. 4
Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel; That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.— K L. iii. 4
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