When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, which hurts and is desired. – William Shakespeare

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, which hurts and is desired. – William Shakespeare
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people. – William Shakespeare
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words. – William Shakespeare