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.