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Grief. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.
Grief. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.
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.
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?]
Light griefs are communicative, great ones stupefy.
[Lat., Curae leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent.]
Light griefs are communicative, great ones stupefy.
[Lat., Curae leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent.]
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?
This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live read more
This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an onion that
should water this sorrow.
There is a solemn luxury in grief.
There is a solemn luxury in grief.
When we hear oxymoron
we think that those
who eat oxen become morons
.. their brains occluded
by animal fat
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When we hear oxymoron
we think that those
who eat oxen become morons
.. their brains occluded
by animal fat
.. cannot receive oxygen
When we hear Oxfam
we think famine..
that those who promote
oxeating
create famine.
Great, good, and just, could I but rate
My grief with thy too rigid fate,
I'd weep read more
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.