When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal, but sorrow flouted at is double death.
To cry at will is not an easy accomplishment.
Those who weep for the happy periods they encounter in history acknowledge what they want: not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.
Sometimes you had to laugh if only to keep from crying.
Sloppy crying had never helped anyone yet.
No, I’ll not weep: I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I’ll weep.
And for all his life it would be kindness and love that made him cry, never pain or persecution, which on the contrary only reinforced his spirit and his resolution.
