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Grieving feeling
Grieving Quotes — page 104 of 132
“It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.”
“So may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier may attain, And die with grieving.”
“I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.”
“Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.”
“Unsubstantial Death is amorous.”
“The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!”
“Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.”
“When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.”
“Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.”
“So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.”
“O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!”
“When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.”
“whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm. yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.”
“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 from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone.”
“Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!”
“Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?”
“Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.”
“A deep distress has humanised my soul.”
“'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.”