Man's inhumanity to man

Makes countless thousands mourn.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): Man was made to Mourn.

A most unspotted lily shall she pass

To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5.

He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend.

Eternity mourns that. 'T is an ill cure

For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them.

Where sorrow's held intrusive and turned out,

There wisdom will not enter, nor true power,

Nor aught that dignifies humanity.

Sir Henry Taylor (1800-18—): Philip Van Artevelde. Part i. Act i. Sc. 5.

Rattle his bones over the stones!

He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!

Thomas Noel: The Pauper's Ride.

Nor mourn the unalterable Days

That Genius goes and Folly stays.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882): In Memoriam.

Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn;

And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.

Matthew Prior (1664-1721): Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book iii. Line 240.