“for my grief's so greatThat no supporter but the huge firm earthCan hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.(Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)”

“You may my glories and my state depose,But not my griefs; still am I king of those.”

“Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article."--Othello, Act III, Scene iii”

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”

“There's some ill planet reigns:I must be patient till the heavens lookWith an aspect more favourable. Good my lords,I am not prone to weeping, as our sexCommonly are; the want of which vain dewPerchance shall dry your pities: but I haveThat honourable grief lodged here which burnsWorse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords,With thoughts so qualified as your charitiesShall best instruct you, measure me; and soThe king's will be perform'd!”

“O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)”

“Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear,Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.”