“When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!”

“Come and take choice of all my library and so beguile thy sorrow.”

“When sorrow comes, they come not single spies, but in battalions. I've allies in heaven, Jack, i've commrades in hell...say hello for me...”

“Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come”

“And when I love thee not, chaos is come again.”

“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)”

“As if we were God's spies”