"He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept."

"Si vis me flere, dolendum est Primum ipsi tibi."

"Weep not for the dead with a fruitless recalling, Their soul on the wings of the morning hath fled; Mourn rather for …"

"Mongol General: Conan! What is best in life?"

"Mourning is not the index of true love. It betrays love of the object, of its shape only. That is not love. True love…"

"Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solem…"

"He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure For life's worst ills to have…"

"He mourns the dead who lives as they desire."

"O! sing unto my roundelay, O! drop thy briny tear with me. Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river be; My love…"

"Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourn'…"