Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!
Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.
Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)