Are tears the dewdrops of the heart? - Charles Dickens

Good never come of such evil, a happier end was not in nature to so unhappy a beginning.

In mind, she was of a strong and vigorous turn, having from her earliest youth devoted herself with uncommon ardour to the study of the law; not wasting her speculations upon its eagle flights, which are rare, but tracing it attentively through all the slippery and eel-like crawlings in which it commonly pursues its way.

Professionally he declines and falls, and as a friend he drops into poetry.