Mourning

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

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

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

“He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.”

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

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

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

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

“Forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd.”

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