Were floods of tears to be unloosed
In tribute to my grief,
The doves of Noah ne'er read more

Were floods of tears to be unloosed
In tribute to my grief,
The doves of Noah ne'er had roost
Nor found an olive-leaf.

What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?

What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?

He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it

He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it

Just so you know, there's a space that only you can fill. Just so you know, I loved you then, read more

Just so you know, there's a space that only you can fill. Just so you know, I loved you then, I guess I always will.

What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so
beloved?
[Lat., Quis desiderio read more

What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so
beloved?
[Lat., Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus
Tam cari capitis?]

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Great grief does not of itself put an end itself.
[Lat., Magnus sibi ipse non facit finem dolor.]

Great grief does not of itself put an end itself.
[Lat., Magnus sibi ipse non facit finem dolor.]

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

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.