|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
| He had kept|
The whiteness of his soul, and thus men oer him wept.
ByronChilde Harold. Canto III. St. 57.
|O! sing unto my roundelay,|
O! drop thy briny tear with me.
Dance no more at holiday,
Like a running river be;
My love is dead,
Gone to his death bed
All under the willow tree.
Thos. ChattertonÆlla. Minstrels Songs.
|Each lonely scene shall thee restore;|
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Belovd till life can charm no more,
And mournd till Pitys self be dead.
CollinsDirge in Cymbeline.
| It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting.|
Ecclesiastes. VII. 2.
|When I am dead, no pageant train|
Shall waste their sorrows at my bier,
Nor worthless pomp of homage vain
Stain it with hypocritic tear.
Edward EverettAlaric the Visigoth.
|Forever honourd, and forever mournd.|
HomerIliad. Bk. XXII. L. 422. Popes trans.
|Si vis me flere, dolendum est|
Primum ipsi tibi.
If you wish me to weep, you must mourn first yourself.
HoraceArs Poetica. CII.
|Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not seems.|
Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath.
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, modes, shapes of grief,
That can denote me truly; these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play,
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. (Moods for modes in folio and quarto.)
|He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend.|
Eternity mourns that. Tis an ill cure
For lifes worst ills to have no time to feel them.
Sir Henry TaylorPhilip Van Artevelde. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 5.
|Let us weep in our darknessbut weep not for him!|
Not for himwho, departing, leaves millions in tears!
Not for himwho has died full of honor and years!
Not for himwho ascended Fames ladder so high.
From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky.
N. P. WillisThe Death of Harrison. St. 6.
|He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.|
YoungNight Thoughts. Night II. L. 24.