Men die, but sorrow never dies;
The crowding years divide in vain,
And the wide world is read more

Men die, but sorrow never dies;
The crowding years divide in vain,
And the wide world is knit with ties
Of common brotherhood in pain.

Tears are words the heart can't express

Tears are words the heart can't express

To Sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And though to leave her far away behind;
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To Sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And though to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly:
She is so constant to me, and so kind.

Our days and nights
Have sorrows woven with delights.

Our days and nights
Have sorrows woven with delights.

In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most
unhappy kind of misfortune.
[Lat., In read more

In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most
unhappy kind of misfortune.
[Lat., In omni adversitate fortunae, infelicissimum genus est
infortunii fuisse felicem.]

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy.
[Fr., Oh c'etait le bon temps, j'etais bien malheureuse.]
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Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy.
[Fr., Oh c'etait le bon temps, j'etais bien malheureuse.]
- credited to Sophie Arnould,

My sorrows are overwhelming, but my virtue is left to me.
[Fr., Mes malheurs sont combles, mais ma vertu read more

My sorrows are overwhelming, but my virtue is left to me.
[Fr., Mes malheurs sont combles, mais ma vertu me reste.]

Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other read more

Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other world
Than calling it at moments back to this.
The busy have no time for tears.