“Yet this my comfort: when your words are done,My woes end likewise with the evening sun.”

“Let not light see my black and deep desires. They eye wink at the hand, yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.”

“My lord constable, the armor that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars or suns upon it?Con. Stars, my lord.Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.Con. And yet my sky shall not want.Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and ’twere more honor some were away.Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who would trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.Henry V, 3.7.69-78”

“Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe”

“This day's black fate on more days doth depend;This but begins the woe, others must end.”

“O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhileAnd teach me how to curse mine enemies!QUEEN MARGARET. Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days;Compare dead happiness with living woe;Think that thy babes were sweeter than they were,And he that slew them fouler than he is.Bett'ring thy loss makes the bad-causer worse;Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.QUEEN ELIZABETH. My words are dull; O, quicken them with thine!QUEEN MARGARET. Thy woes will make them sharp and pierce like mine. DUCHESS. Why should calamity be fun of words?QUEEN ELIZABETH. Windy attorneys to their client woes,Airy succeeders of intestate joys,Poor breathing orators of miseries,Let them have scope; though what they will impartHelp nothing else, yet do they case the heart.DUCHESS. If so, then be not tongue-tied. Go with me,And in the breath of bitter words let's smotherMy damned son that thy two sweet sons smother'd.The trumpet sounds; be copious in exclaims.”

“Lips, let sour words go by and language end:What is amiss plague and infection mend!Graves only be men's works and death their gain!Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.”