William Shakespeare Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds, Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.
Philip Gilbert Hamerton Woe unto him that is never alone, and cannot bear to be alone.
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William Shakespeare
Philip Gilbert Hamerton