"Neither my place, nor aught I heard..." - Quote by William Shakespeare
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business,Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general careTake hold on me; for my particular griefIs of so floodgate and o'erbearing natureThat it engluts and swallows other sorrows,And it is still itself.
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“And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead. Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again.”
“I know what it's like to see one's mother go through the agony of death and be unable to help; there is no consolation. We all have to bear such heavy burdens, for they are unalterably linked to life.”
“Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.”
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“Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high.Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low.The universe's inward voices cry"Amen" to either song of joy and woe.Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!”
“The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.”
“When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.”