It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"
William ShakespeareIf there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.
William Shakespeare