Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

“What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon …”

“أتظاهر بالقوة ... ولكن بداخلي وطنٌ يبكي”

“No, sure, my lord, my mother cried, but then there was a star danced, and under…”

“By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.”