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SORROW SORROW

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Do not cheat thy Heart and tell her,
"Grief will pass away,
Hope for fairer times in future,
And forget to-day."
Tell her, if you will, that sorrow
Need not come in vain;
Tell her that the lesson taught her
Far outweighs the pain.

Adelaide A. ProcterFriend Sorrow.


Die Leiden sind wie die Gewitterwolken; in
der Feme sehen sie Schwartz aus, uber uns kaum
grau.
Sorrows are like thunderclouds—in the
distance they look , black, over our heads
scarcely gray.
Jean Paul Richter—Hesperus. XIV.


Kurz ist der Schmerz, und ewig ist die Freude!
Brief is sorrow, and endless is joy.
Schiller—Die Jungfrau von Orleans. V. 14.
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4 Quae fuit durum pati,
Miminisse dulce est.
Those things which were hard to bear, are
sweet to remember.
Seneca—Hercules Furens. 656.
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 | text = <poem>Curse leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent.
Light sorrows speak, but deeper ones are dumb.
Seneca—Hippolytus. 607. Thucydides. Bk.
VII. Ch. LXXV. Given as from ^Eschtlus. Compare Æschylus—Agamemnon.
860. Ovid—Metamorphoses. VI. 301-312.
Herodotus. VII. 147; also III. 14.
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 | text = <poem>Nulla dies maerore caret.
There is no day without sorrow.
Seneca—Troades. 77.


Wherever sorrow is, relief would be:
If you do sorrow at my grief in love,
By giving love, your sorrow and my grief were
both extermin'd.
As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 86.
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 | text = When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 78.
 'Tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content.
Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
Henry VIII. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 19.


I will instruct my sorrows to be proud.
King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 68.
n Here I and sorrows sit:
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 73.
Down, thou climbing sorrow.
King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4.
L. 57.
 Each new morn,
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out
Like syllable of dolour.
Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 4.


Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 209.
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 Your cause of sorrow
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 8. L. 44.
 This sorrow's heavenly;
It strikes where it doth love.
Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 21.


One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor.
Pericles. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 63.
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 | text = <poem>Sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
Richard II. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 61.
 Joy, being altogether wanting,
It doth remember me the more of sorrow.
Richard II. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 13.


Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide
night.
Richard III. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 76.


Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen,
And each hour's joy wrecked with a week of teen.
Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 96.


If sorrow can admit society,
Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine.
Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 38.


To weep with them that weep doth ease some
deal;
But sorrow flouted at is double death.
Titus Andronicus. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 245.


I have, as when the sun doth light a storm,
Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile:
But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness,
Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 37.


Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
I tender 't here: I do as truly suffer,
As e'er I did commit.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 74.
 Each time we love,
We turn a nearer and a broader mark
To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.
Alexander Smith—City Poems. A Boy's
Dream.


When sorrow sleepeth, wake it not,
But let it slumber on.
Miss M. A. Stodart—Song.