Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.

All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.

Can I go forward when my heart is here?