“Sing unto my roundelay, O! drop the briny tear with me, Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river be.”— Thomas Chatterton
“For I have troubles that only time erases, and that leave no memories in the heart.”— Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
“Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away.”— Hannah More
“For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.”— King Solomon
“Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away.”— Robert South
“Anger, in hasty words or blows, Itself discharges on our foes; And sorrow, too, finds some relief In tears, which wait upon our grief.”— Edmund Waller