Patch grief with proverbs.
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- Grief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words.
- Don’t trust the person who has broken faith once.
- We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.
- The proverb is something musty.
- Grief, and an estate, is joy understood,
- Grief is light that is capable of counsel.