_The Seasons: Summer_. J. THOMSON.
My soul has rest, sweet sigh! alone in thee.
_To Laura in Death_. PETRARCH.
Yet sighes, deare sighes, indeede true friends you are
That do not leave your left friend at the wurst,
But, as you with my breast I oft have nurst,
So, gratefull now, you waite upon my care.
_Sighes_. SIR PH. SIDNEY.
Sighs
Which perfect Joy, perplexed for utterance,
Stole from her sister Sorrow.
_The Gardener's Daughter_. A. TENNYSON.
SILENCE.
Three Silences there are: the first of speech,
The second of desire, the third of thought.
_The Three Silences of Molinos_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.
Stillborn silence! thou that art
Flood-gate of the deeper heart!
_Silence_. R. FLECKNOE
And silence, like a poultice, comes
To heal the blows of sound.
_The Music Grinder_. O.W. HOLMES.
Silence in love betrays more woe
Than words, though ne'er so witty;
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.
_The Silent Lover_. SIR W. RALEIGH.
Shallow brooks murmur moste,
deepe silent slide away.
_The Arcadia, Thirsis and Dorus_. SIR PH. SIDNEY.
What, gone without a word?
Aye, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.
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