Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o’erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Macbeth, Act iv.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear.
All’s Well that Ends Well, Act v.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe. 
And still adore the hand that gives the blow.
Verses to his Friend under Affliction.  J. POMFRET.

My grief lies all within;
And these external manners of laments
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortured soul.
King Richard II., Act iv.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

What though no friends in sable weeds appear,
Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year,
And bear about the mockery of woe
To midnight dances and the public show!
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady.  A. POPE.

  He first deceased; she for a little tried
  To live without him, liked it not, and died.
Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton’s Wife.  SIR H. WOTTON.

                         Poor Jack, farewell! 
  I could have better spared a better man.
King Henry IV., Pt.  I. Act v.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

So may he rest:  his faults lie gently on him! King Henry VIII, Act iv.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. 
Eternity mourns that.  ’Tis an ill cure
For life’s worst ills to have no time to feel them.

Philip Van Artevelde, Pt.  I. Act i.  Sc. 5.  H. TAYLOR.

            The very cypress droops to death—­
  Dark tree, still sad when others’ grief is fled,
  The only constant mourner o’er the dead.
The Giaour.  LORD BYRON.

MURDER.

O blissful God, that art so just and trewe! 
Lo, howe that thou biwreyest mordre alway! 
Mordre wol out, that se we day by day.
The Nonnes Preestes Tale.  CHAUCER.

  Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. 
  The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
The Widow’s Tears.  G. CHAPMAN.

  Murder may pass unpunished for a time,
  But tardy justice will o’ertake the crime.
The Cock and the Fox.  J. DRYDEN.

  For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
  With most miraculous organ.
Hamlet, Act ii.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

MUSIC.

  God is its author, and not man; he laid
  The key-note of all harmonies; he planned
  All perfect combinations, and he made
  Us so that we could hear and understand.
Music.  J.A.C.  BRAINARD.

  There’s music in the sighing of a reed;
    There’s music in the gushing of a rill;
  There’s music in all things, if men had ears: 
  Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
Don Juan, Canto XV.  LORD BYRON.