Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.
There is a certain pleasure in weeping; grief finds in tears both a satisfaction and a cure.
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
Grief is put to flight and assuaged by generous draughts.