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It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart. - Bible, Ecclesiastes (ch. VII, v. 2) The true way to mourn the dead is to take care of the living who belong to them. - Edmund Burke He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Childe 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. - Thomas Chatterton, Aella--Minstrel's Songs Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead. - William Collins, Dirge in Cymbeline 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 Everett, Alaric the Visigoth Do not mourn the dead with the belly. - Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") Forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd. - Homer ("Smyrns of Chios"), The Iliad (bk. XXII, l. 422), (Pope's translation) If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief. [Lat., Si vis me flere, dolendum est Primum ipsi tibi.] - Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus), Ars Poetica (V, 102) Of permanent mourning there is none; no cloud remains fixed. The sun will shine to-morrow. - Jean Paul Friedrich Richter (Johann Paul Richter) (used ps. Jean Paul) No longer mourn for me when I am dead, Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled. - William Shakespeare 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, moods, 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. - William Shakespeare, Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at I, ii) 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. - Sir Henry Taylor (2), Philip Van Artevelde (pt. I, act I, sc. 5) Let us weep in our darkness--but weep not for him! Not for him--who, departing, leaves millions in tears! Not for him--who has died full of honor and years! Not for him--who ascended Fame's ladder so high. From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky. - Nathaniel Parker Willis, The Death of Harrison (st. 6) He mourns the dead who lives as they desire. - Edward Young, Night Thoughts (night II, l. 24)
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