To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,

All in the morning betime.

Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes.

Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

Come, my coach! Good night, sweet ladies; good night.

Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,

But in battalions.

Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.