The weight of this sad time we must obey;Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

We may not always oblige, but we may always speak obligingly

I waited for dawn, but only because I had forgotten how hard mornings were. For a second I'd be normal. Then came the dim awareness of something off, out of place. Then the truth came crashing down and that was it for the rest of the day. Sunlight was reproof. Shouldn't I feel better than I had in the dead of night.

If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me

MenCan counsel and speak comfort to that griefWhich they themselves not feel.

Not to speak it profanely.