Ah done been in sorrow's kitchen and Ah done licked out all de pots. Ah done died in grief and been buried in de bitter waters, and Ah done rose agin from de dead lak Lazarus.
But the sorrowing are nomads, on a plain with few landmarks and no boundaries; sorrow's horizons are vague and its demands are few.
This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crownofsorrow isremembering happier things.Tennyson
Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.william shakespeare
Patience is sorrow's salve.