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  • The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
    (William Shakespeare, "Othello")

  • Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now.
    (William Shakespeare, "Othello")

  • The King hath sent to know
    The nature of your griefs; and whereupon
    You conjure from the breast of civil peace
    Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land
    Audacious cruelty.
    (William Shakespeare, "Othello")

  • I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his owner stoop
    (William Shakespeare)

  • A plague of sighing and grief!
    (William Shakespeare, "Othello")

  • I swear 'tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
    (William Shakespeare)

  • My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd;
    Upon my soul, they shall.
    (William Shakespeare, "Othello")

  • Patch grief with proverbs.
    (William Shakespeare)

  • 'Tis not my fault: the boar provok'd my tongue;
    Be wreak'd on him, invisible commander;
    'Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong;
    I did but act, he's author of thy slander:
    Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet
    Could rule them both without ten women's wit.
    (William Shakespeare, "Othello")

  • Feed on her damask cheek she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief
    (William Shakespeare)

  • ROMEO But, soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she Be not her maid, since she is envious Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love.
    (William Shakespeare)

  • Ay brother, to our grief, as it is yours.
    (William Shakespeare, "Othello")

  • She weeps, and says her Henry is depos'd:
    He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd;
    That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;
    Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
    Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
    And in conclusion wins the King from her
    With promise of his sister, and what else,
    To strengthen and support King Edward's place.
    (William Shakespeare, "Othello")

  • Some griefs are medicinal. Some griefs are med'cinable...
    (William Shakespeare)

  • Variable passions throng her constant woe,
    As striving who should best become her grief;
    All entertain'd, each passion labours so,
    That every present sorrow seemeth chief,
    But none is best: then join they all together,
    Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.
    (William Shakespeare, "Othello")

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