Great, good, and just, could I but rate
My grief with thy too rigid fate,
I'd weep the world in such a strain
As it should deluge once again;
But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies
More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes,
I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds
And write thy epitaph in blood and wounds.
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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.]
The only cure for grief is action.
The only cure for grief is action.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
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.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is
forced to multiply its strength.
[Lat., Strangulat inclusus read more
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is
forced to multiply its strength.
[Lat., Strangulat inclusus dolor, atque exaestuat intus,
Cogitur et vires multiplicare suas.]
The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief -But the pain of griefIs only a read more
The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief -But the pain of griefIs only a shadowWhen compared with the painOf never risking love.
He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it
He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it
One joy shatters a hundred griefs
One joy shatters a hundred griefs
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
