When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy. – William Shakespeare
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late. – William Shakespeare