1
But do not grieve so for me; I am not worth it.
2
Elsie said, putting her arms around her, why should you grieve so?
3
Do not grieve so, my poor little fellow; the Temple can supply everything.
4
Father, do not grieve so bitterly; and after all these years so morbidly!
5
What have you done, poor little tender hearts, that you should grieve so?
6
Upon my word, you are vastly foolish to grieve so.
7
Do not grieve so over what you have not caused!
8
Do not grieve so, but let us endeavour to submit to the will of God.
9
This it is which makes him grieve so constantly.
10
Why, my poor child, you must not grieve so.
11
Is that a matter to grieve so greatly over?
12
Bless you, love, that you grieve so for Margaret!
13
If she could grieve so passionately on demand, he thought, perhaps she could love even more.
14
I may not grieve so long as no one else dares enter into our own woods.
15
I grieve so lest thou shouldest be disappointed.
16
He did not grieve so much for home.
