grieve

A widow, weeping at her husband's grave, was approached by a gentleman who, with deference, admitted that he had tender feelings toward her.

»Wretch!« she cried, »Can you not see that I am grieving?«

The gentleman stepped back apologetically. »I did not intend to disclose my affection, but the radiant glory of your sublime beauty overcame my discretion.«

»You should see me when I have not been crying,« said the woman.