Light is that grief which counsel can allay.
What nature requires is obtainable, and within easy reach. It is for the superfluous we sweat.
Whatever has overstepped its due bounds is always in a state of instability.
It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.
Levity of behavior is the bane of all that is good and virtuous.
Our life's a moment and less than a moment, but even this mite nature has mockingly humored with some appearance of a longer span.