To love,
It is to be all made of sighs and tears.
_As You Like It, Act V. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
The world was sad.--the garden was a wild;
And Man, the hermit, sighed--till Woman smiled.
_Pleasures of Hope, Pt. I_. T. CAMPBELL.
Sighed and looked unutterable things.
_The Seasons: Summer_. J. THOMSON.
My soul has rest, sweet sigh! alone in thee.
_To Laura in Death_. PETRARCH.
Yet sighes, deare sighes, indeede true friends you are
That do not leave your left friend at the wurst,
But, as you with my breast I oft have nurst,
So, gratefull now, you waite upon my care.
_Sighes_. SIR PH. SIDNEY.
Sighs
Which perfect Joy, perplexed for utterance,
Stole from her sister Sorrow.
_The Gardener's Daughter_. A. TENNYSON.