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Pascal (Pensées).

Ye weep for those who weep? she said,

Ah, fools! I bid you pass them by.

Go weep for those whose hearts have bled

What time their eyes were dry.

Whom sadder can I say? she said.

E. B. Browning (The Mask).

See also Seneca (Hipp.), Curae leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent, “Light sorrows speak, but deeper ones are dumb.”

Star unto star speaks light.

P. J. Bailey (Festus, Scene 1, Heaven).

O love, my love! if I no more should see

Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee,

Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,—

How then should sound upon Life’s darkening slope

The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope,

The wind of Death’s imperishable wing!

D. G. Rossetti (Lovesight).

Our deeds are like children that are born to us; they live and act apart from our own will. Nay, children may be strangled, but deeds never: they have an indestructible life both in and out of our consciousness.

George Eliot (Romola).

Room in all the ages

For our love to grow,

Prayers of both demanded