Sorrow (n.) is, if concealed, like a stopped oven, burning the heart to cinders.
Sorrow (n.) ends not when it seems done.
Sorrow (n.) makes silence her best orator.
Sorrow (n.) makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
Sorrow (n.) is eased, though never cured, by thinking that others the same have endured.
Sorrow (n.) is wont to travel in packs — When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.
Sorrow (n.) is disorienting — it breaks seasons and reposing hours; makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
Sorrow (n.) is to be expressed — sorrow concealed, like an oven stopped, doth burn the heart to cinders.