“I will make you chief mourner, believe it.
Never was woe like mine. O, that my care
And absolute study to preserve his life
Should be his absolute ruin! Is he gone, then?
There is no plague i’ th’ world can be compar’d
To impossible desire; for they are plagu’d
In the desire itself. Never, O, never
Shall I behold him living, in whose life
I liv’d far sweetlier than in mine own!
A precise curiosity has undone me: why did I not