Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.

“Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the m…”

“A pair of tribunes that have wrecked fair Rome to make coals cheap - a noble me…”

“I can again thy former light restore,Should I repent me: but once put out thy l…”

“So full of artless jealousy is guilt,It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.”