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!]

Those things that hurt, instruct.

Those things that hurt, instruct.

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.

Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally read more

Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.

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.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.