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Chapman's Widow's Tears. It is some ease our forrows to reveal,
If they to whom we shall impart our woes,
Daniel's Cleopatra What news brings't thou, can Egypt yet yield more
Of sorrow than it hath ? What can it add To the already overflowing store
Of fad affliction, matter yet more fad ? Is there behind yet something of distress
Unseen, unknown ? Tell if that greater misery
Tell us what so it be, and tell at first;
Daniel's Rosamund, My coming but increas'd grief's starving store;
For 'till that passion of itself expire,
E. of Sterline's Cræfus.
And as you
Shall forrow, through the waves of woes to fail,
Have ftill your tears for feas, your fighs for winds ? To misery what do base 'plaints avail?
A course more high becomes heroick minds : None are o'ercome, save only those who yield.
From froward fortune though fome blows be born, Let virtưe ferve adversity for shield : No greater grief to grief, than ch' enemy's scorn.
E. of Sterline's Yulius Cæfar.
see a snow-ball being rowi'd
Dr. Donne. As doth the yearly augur of the spring, In depth of woe, thus I my sorrows fing; My tunes with fighs yet ever mix'd among, A doleful burthen
to a heavy song : Words issue forth, to find my grief some way; Tears overtake them, and do bid them stay:
Thus whilft one strives to keep the other back,
Drayton's Queen Isabel to Richard II.
Drayton's Barons Wars. -Oh, be of comfort ! Make patience a noble fortitude, And think not how unkindly we are us’d : Man, like to cassia, is prov'd best being bruis’de My heart's turn'd to a heavy lump of lead, With which I found my danger.
Webster's Dutchess of Malfy. I suffer now for what hath former been : Sorrow is held the eldest son of fin.
Ibid. Palt forrows, let us mod’rately lament them ; For those to come, seek wisely to prevent them.
Ibid. Unkindness do thy office ; poor heart break: Those are the killing griefs which dare not speak.
Webfter's White Devil. Be of comfort ! and your heavy sorrow Part equally among us ; storms divided, Abate their force, and with less rage are guided.
Heywood's Woman killd with Kindness.
Woe will break; 'Tis not the greatest grief, that most do freak.
Goffe's Orestes. Great forrows have no leisure to complain : Lealt ills vent forth, great griefs within remain,
Goffe's Raging Turk,
Will: Rowley's New Wonder.
He doubles grief, that comments on a woe.
Return from Parnaffus. Times have their changes, forrow makes men wise ; The sun himself must set as well as rise.
John Ford's Perkin Warbeck. Souls sunk in sorrows, never are without them They change fresh airs, but bear their griefs about them.
John Ford's Broken Heart. Sorrow doth hate To have a mate ; True grief is still alone.
But had he been here
forrow draw your fighs along; Words, then well plac'd might challenge fomewhat due, And not the cause alone, win tears from you. This to prevent, I set orations by; For passion feldom loves formality. What profits it a pris'ner at the bar, To have his judgment spoken regular ? Or in the prison hear it often read, When he at first knew what was forfeited ? Our griefs in others tears, like plates in water, Seem more in quantity. To be relator Of my mishaps fpeaks weakness, and that I Have in myself no pow'r of remedy.
Ibid. 1. Pray
1. Pray do not conceal
Nabbi's Unfortunate Mother.
Shirley's Love's Cruelty. My griefs shall lead me this way, And my love a happy harbour find ; These tears the ocean, and my sighs the wind.
Sharp's Noble Stranger. He, fad heart, being robb’d Of all his comfort, having lost the beauty Which gave him life and motion, seeing Claius Enjoy those lips, whose cherries were the food That nursid his soul, spent all his time in forrow, In melancholy fighs and discontents : Look'd like a wither'd tree o'ergrown with moss; His eyes were ever dropping isicles,
- There is no joy, But either past, or fleeting ; and poor man Grows
but to the experience of grief ; And then is truly paft minority, When he is part all happiness.
Gomerfalls Lodovick Sforza. To vex, when mischiefs are quite past and gone, Is the next way to bring more mischiefs on.
Nevile's Poor Scholar.