Mourning

He had keptThe whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.

— Mourning

Weep not for the dead with a fruitless recalling,Ah! weep for the living—weep not for the dead.

— Mourning

He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend.For life's worst ills to have no time to feel them.

— Mourning

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

— Mourning

O! sing unto my roundelay, All under the willow tree.

— Mourning

Each lonely scene shall thee restore;And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.

— Mourning

It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting.

— Mourning

When I am dead, no pageant trainStain it with hypocritic tear.

— Mourning

Forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd.

— Mourning

Let us weep in our darkness—but weep not for him!From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky.

— Mourning