"I cannot weep, for all my body’s
moisture
Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart;
Nor can my
tongue unload my heart’s great burden,
For selfsame wind that I should speak
withal
Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,
And burns me up with
flames that tears would quench.
To weep is to make less the depth of
grief…"
— Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part 3
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