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Poor Jack, farewell! That were most precious to me.

I could have better spared a better man.
Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 3.
SHAKESPEARE. Henry IV., Part I. Act v. Sc. A.

SHAKESPEARE, Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak So may he rest : his faults lie gently on him ! Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

Henry VIII., Act iv. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE. Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 3.

Praising what is lost

The very cypress droops to death -
Makes the remembrance dear.

Dark tree, still sad when others' grief is fled, AU's Well that Ends Well, Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

The only constant mourner o'er the dead.

The Giaour. We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe, And still adore the hand that gives the blow. They truly mourn, that mourn without a witVerses to his Friend under Afiction. J. POMFRET.


R. BARON. He first deceased ; she for a little tried To live without him, liked it not, and died. What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife.

Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, SIR H. WOTTON.

And bear about the mockery of woe Speak me fair in death.

To midnight dances and the public show! Merchant of Venice, Act iv. Sc. 1.

To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady.





Patch grief with proverbs.

Much Ado About Nothing, sav. SC. L.

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
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