They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
_Mirza_. R. BARON.
He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
_Night Thoughts, Night II_. DR. E. YOUNG.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Beloved till life can charm no more,
And mourned till Pity's self be dead.
_Dirge in Cymbeline_. W. COLLINS.
Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves,--not dead, but gone before,--
He gathers round him.
_Human Life_. S. ROGERS.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
_Macbeth, Act iv. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear.
_All's Well that Ends Well, Act v. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe.
And still adore the hand that gives the blow.
_Verses to his Friend under Affliction_. J. POMFRET.
My grief lies all within;
And these external manners of laments
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortured soul.
_King Richard II., Act iv. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
What though no friends in sable weeds appear,
Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year,
And bear about the mockery of woe
To midnight dances and the public show!
_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady_. A. POPE.
He first deceased; she for a little tried
To live without him, liked it not, and died.
_Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife_. SIR H. WOTTON.
Poor Jack, farewell!
I could have better spared a better man.
_King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act v. Sc_. 4. SHAKESPEARE.
So may he rest: his faults lie gently on him!
_King Henry VIII, Act iv. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend.
Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure
For life's worst ills to have no time to feel them.
_Philip Van Artevelde, Pt. I. Act i. Sc_. 5. H. TAYLOR.
The very cypress droops to death--
Dark tree, still sad when others' grief is fled,
The only constant mourner o'er the dead.
_The Giaour_. LORD BYRON.