A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.

Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed.

Every great drama has its foreshadow.

The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.

Despair and die. The ghosts

In thy foul throat thou liest.