Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of Earth, read more

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of Earth, overlaying our hard hearts.

It takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt
you to the heart: the one to slander read more

It takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt
you to the heart: the one to slander you and the other to get
the news to you.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

Smile, even if it's a sad smile, because sadder than a sad smile is the sadness of not knowing how read more

Smile, even if it's a sad smile, because sadder than a sad smile is the sadness of not knowing how to smile.

What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain?
The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,
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What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain?
The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,
That starts at once--bright pure--from Pity's mine,
Already polish'd by the hand divine!

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest read more

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.

No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears,
No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's wars.
Not the read more

No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears,
No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's wars.
Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn,
Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn,
Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows
Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.

What is the source of sadness, but feebleness of the mind? What giveth it power but the want of reason? read more

What is the source of sadness, but feebleness of the mind? What giveth it power but the want of reason? Rouse thyself to the combat, and she quitteth the field before thou strikest.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.