“But I have that within which passes show. these but the trappings and the suits of woe”

“Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems."'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.”

“Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.”

“These times of woe afford no time to woo.”

“All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.”

“For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.”

“One woe doth tread upon another's heel. So fast they follow.”