Grief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, remembers me of all his gracious parts, stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; then have I reason to be fond of grief.
 William Shakespeare, King John (1623). copy citation

Author William Shakespeare
Source King John
Topic grief child
Date 1623
Language English
Note Written around 1596

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