Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our

Your Cause Of Sorrow Must Not Be Measured By His Worth, For Then It Hath No End.

How Hard It Is For Women To Keep Counsel!

Antonio: Will You Stay No Longer? Nor Will You Not That I Go With You? Sebastian: By Your Patience, No. My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me; The Malignancy Of My Fate Might, Perhaps, Distemper Yours; Therefore I Shall Crave Of You Your Leave That I May Bear My Evils Alone. It Were A Bad Recompense For Your Love To Lay Any Of Them On You.

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!

Would I Were Dead, If God's Good Will Were So, For What Is In This World But Grief And Woe?