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| We weep and laugh, as we see others do. Roscommon. | 1 |
| Love, Gratitude, and Pity wept at once. Thomson. | 2 |
| And weep the more because I weep in vain. Gray. | 3 |
| There is a certain pleasure in weeping; grief finds in tears both a satisfaction and a cure. Ovid. | 4 |
| What remains when hope is fled? She answered, Endless weeping. Rogers. | 5 |
| Every woman is in the wrong until she cries, and then she is in the right instantly. Haliburton. | 6 |
| For one drop calls another down, till we are drowned in seas of grief. Dr. Watts. | 7 |
| There is something so moving in the very image of weeping beauty. Steele. | 8 |
| This heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere Ill weep. Shakespeare. | 9 |
| The tear down childhoods cheek that flows is like the dew-drop on the rose. Sir Walter Scott. | 10 |
| Trust not a woman when she weeps, for it is her nature to weep when she wants her will. Socrates. | 11 |
| In silence weep, and thy convulsive sorrow inward keep. Prior. | 12 |
| Larded all with sweet flowers, which bewept to the grave did go, with true-love showers. Shakespeare. | 13 |
| The Aprils in her eyes; it is loves spring, and these the showers to bring it on. Shakespeare. | 14 |
| My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping. L. E. Landon. | 15 |
| Weeping is not alone womans weapon, but also a specific for transient sorrows. Mme. Dufresnoy. | 16 |
| I so lively acted with my tears that my poor mistress, moved therewithal, wept bitterly. Shakespeare. | 17 |
| When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, ah! why forbid the willing tears to flow? Cowper. | 18 |
| Were both the golden Indies mine, Id give both Indies for a tear. Dr. Watts. | 19 |
| Weep not for him that dieth; for he sleeps, and is at rest. Mrs. Norton. | 20 |
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| Then let these useless streams be stayed; wear native courage in your face. Dr. Watts. | 21 |
| She was a good deal shocked,not shocked at tears, for women shed and use them at their liking. Byron. | 22 |
| What women would do if they could not cry, nobody knows. What poor, defenceless creatures they would be! Douglas Jerrold. | 23 |
| Do not weep, my dear lady! Your tears are too precious to shed for me; bottle them up, and may the cork never be drawn. Sterne. | 24 |
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