How can you speak with authority about their customs when you have never lived among them?

But nothing disgusts me like vengeful arts, / And somehow realsome do seem your tears, / So your story, Ernest, I have heard sincere.

In mids of which, depainted there, we found Deadly Debate, all full of snaky hair, That with a bloody fillet was ybound, Out breathing nought but discord every where:

Uncried tears have a way of filling the well of sadness even more deeply. If you have a half hour of crying to do, don't stop at twenty minutes.