Yet better thus, and known to be contemned,
Than still contemned and flattered. To be worst,
When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Who alone suffers suffers most i’ th’ mind,
But there is no such man, for, brother, men
Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel,
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the livingParallelism, Alliosis & Ellipsis.
I pray thee peace. I will be flesh and blood,
For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently.
Men can counsel and speak comfort to that grief which they themselves not feel.