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It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know read more
Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.
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.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many
would be pitied who are now envied!
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If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many
would be pitied who are now envied!
[It., Se a ciascun l'interno affanno
Si leggesse in fronte scritto,
Quanti mai, che invidia fanno,
Ci farebbero pieta!]
He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it
He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it
Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not
exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion read more
Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not
exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion to the blow he has
received.
[Lat., Ponamus nimios gemitus: flagrantior aequo
Non debet dolor esse viri, nec vulnere major.]
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
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Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.
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.