O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell?
Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.
for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)
The patient must minister to himself
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
Pain pays the income of each precious thing.