A glooming peace this morning with it brings;The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:For never was a story...
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
When Rosencrantz asks Hamlet, Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your grief to your friends(III, ii, 844-846), Hamlet responds...
Beatrice: He that hath a beard is more than a youth,and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth is not for me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.