|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
| Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?|
Anna Letitia BarbauldHymns in Prose. XIII.
|Of all tales tis the saddestand more sad,|
Because it makes us smile.
ByronDon Juan. Canto XIII. St. 9.
|A feeling of sadness and longing,|
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
LongfellowThe Day is Done. St. 3.
| Yet be sad, good brothers,|
* * * * *
Sorrow so royally in you appears,
That I will deeply put the fashion on.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 49.
|We look before and after,|
And pine for what is not,
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught:
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
ShelleyTo a Skylark. St. 18.
|Tis impious in a good man to be sad.|
YoungNight Thoughts. Night IV. L. 676.