Despair of ever being saved, except thou be born again, or of seeing God without holiness, or of having part in Christ except thou love him above father, mother, or thy own life. This kind of despair is one of the first steps to heaven. BaxterSaints Rest. Ch. VI.
The world goes whispering to its own, This anguish pierces to the bone; And tender friends go sighing round, What love can ever cure this wound? My days go on, my days go on. E. B. BrowningDe Profundis. St. 5.
Oh, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once! To prison, eyes, neer look on liberty! Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier! Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 57.
Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! WhittierSnow-Bound. L. 204.