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Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
 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. 
 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?] 
In all the silent manliness of grief.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement read more
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.
 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.] 
Those things that hurt, instruct.
Those things that hurt, instruct.
 Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
 More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
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 Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
 More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
  That is light grieving! 
 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.