William Shakespeare Sympathy Quotations

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!

A sympathy in choice.

Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.

For grief is crowned with consolation.

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say