'Cause then to change their cloifter for that fate Which keeps men chafte by vows legitimate: Nor fhame to father their relations, Or, under nephews names, difguife their fons. S ME L L. Bishop King. Next, in the noftrils doth fhe use the smell, To judge all airs, whereby we breath and live. Which to foft people fweet perfumes doth fell; To make mens fp'rits more apt for thoughts divine. -For thy fmell, Sir John Davies. Sabea, fhall be tranflated where thou goeft, And ftrew they path with spices. Panchers skins Where thy foot treads. This breath's perfume enough Nabbs's Microcofmus. SORROW. Great grief will not be told, And can more eafily be thought than faid. Right fo, quoth he, but he, that never would, Could never: Will to might gives greatest aid. But grief, quoth fhe, does greater grow difplay'd; If then it finds not help, it breeds defpair. Defpair breeds not, quoth he, where faith is ftay'd. No faith fo faft, quoth fhe, but flesh does 'pair. Flefh may empair, quoth he, but reafon can repair. Spenfer's Fairy Queen. He He oft finds med'cine, who his grief imparts; She bad him tellen plain Spenfer's Fairy Queen. The further procefs of her hidden grief: The leffer pangs can bear, who hath endur'd the chief. My heart is as an anvil unto forrow, Which beats upon it like the Cyclops hammers, Ibid. Marloe's Edward II. Our pleasures, pofting guests, make but small stay, And never once look back when they are gone : Where griefs bide long, and leave fuch fcores to pay, As make us bankrupt ere we think thereon. Brandon's Octavia. One fire burns out another's burning; One pain is leffen'd by another's anguifh; Turn giddy, and be help'd by backward turning; Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet. 1. My Dionyfia, fhall we reft us here, For my particular grief Shakespear's Pericles. Is of fo flood-gate and o'er-bearing nature, H 4 That That it ingluts and fwallows other forrows, Shakespear's Othello. Great lords, wife men ne'er fit and wail their lofs, Ibid.. And give more ftrength to that which hath too much? Shakespear's Third Part of King Henry VI. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand, Shakespear's King Richard II. 1. You yield too much unto your griefs, and fate, Which never hurts, but when we fay it hurts us. 2. O peace, Tibullus, your philofophy Lends Lends you too rough a hand to search No weight of my oppreffion. Johnson's Poetafler. Griefs that found fo loud, prove always light; Chapman's Widow's Tears. It is fome ease our forrows to reveal, Daniel's Cleopatra. What news brings't thou, can Egypt yet yield more To the already overflowing store Of fad affliction, matter yet more fad ? Unseen, unknown? Tell if that greater mifery Amaz'd he ftands, nor voice nor body stirs; Ibid. Opprefs'd with grief, his paffions had no bound. Daniel's Rofamund, My coming but increas'd grief's ftarving store; E. of Sterline's Cræfus. Shall forrow, through the waves of woes to fail, A courfe more high becomes heroick minds : None are o'ercome, fave only those who yield. From froward fortune though fome blows be born, Let virtue ferve adverfity for fhield : No greater grief to grief, than th' enemy's fcorn. I drink So deep of grief, that he muft only think, Marfton's Sophonisba Long time he tofs'd his thoughts; Language, thou art too narrow, and too weak Ibid. Dr. Donne. As doth the yearly augur of the fpring, 'Thus |