"If you have tears, prepare to shed them now."
-Antony III ii "Julius Caesar (W. Shakespeare)
Melpomene! thy lyre of wo--
To what a mournful pitch its keys were strung,
And when thou badest its tones of sorrow flow,
Each weeping Muse, enamoured, o'er thee hung:
How sweet--how heavenly sweet, when faintly rose
The song of grief, and at its dying close
The soul seemed melting in the trembling breast;
The eye in dews of pity flowed away,
And every heart, by sorrow's load opprest,
To infant softness sunk, as breathed thy mournful lay."
-from An Ode To Music, by James G. Percival
being wearvy of these wordly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself."
-Cassius I.iii "Julius Caesar" (W. Shakespeare)
"Break, heart, I prithee, break!"
~Kent V.iii "King Lear" (W. Shakespeare)
-Olivia V.i "Twelfth Night" (W. Shakespeare)
sorrow never comes but brings an heir
That may succees as his inheritor."
~Cleon I.iv "Pericles" (W. Shakespeare)
one is dead!"
"Well THAT, my dear, is why we call it a Tragedy!"