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Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
 If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
 Thou robb'st me of a moiety.  
 If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
 Thou robb'st me of a moiety. 
 On me, on me
 Time and change can heap no more!
  The painful past with blighting grief
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 On me, on me
 Time and change can heap no more!
  The painful past with blighting grief
   Hath left my heart a withered leaf.
    Time and change can do no more. 
He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it
He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it
 Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
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 Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain. 
Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrel to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to read more
Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrel to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.
 Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
 In all the raging impotence of woe.  
 Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
 In all the raging impotence of woe. 
 That grief is light which can take counsel.
 [Lat., Levis est dolor qui capere consilium potest.]  
 That grief is light which can take counsel.
 [Lat., Levis est dolor qui capere consilium potest.]