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

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

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

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his owner stoop

Day doth daily draw my sorrows longer, And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger

Don Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.'

Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vildly painted; and in such great letters as they writes, 'Here is good horse for hire', let them signify under my sign, 'Here you may see Benedick the married man.