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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.
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.
Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!
Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!
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.
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it
He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it
The only cure for grief is action.
The only cure for grief is action.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
Those things that hurt, instruct.
Those things that hurt, instruct.
