William Shakespeare on Sadness
1564–1616 England
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He has strangled
His language in his tears.
And he, a marble to her tears, is washed with them, but relents not.
'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
The greatest note of it is his melancholy.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal;
But sorrow flouted at is double death.
With sad unhelpful tears; and with dimm'd eyes
Look after him, and cannot do him good.
One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor.
See, see what showers arise,
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart.
When we are born we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools.
This sorrow's heavenly;
It strikes where it doth love.
Then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
That instant shut
My woeful self up in a mourning house,
Raining the tears of lamentation.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.
Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen,
And each hour's joy wrecked with a week of teen.
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