"Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night..."

"I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: O, if I could, what grief should I f..."

"O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood, The holy name of Grief—holy herein, ..."