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Thus whilst one strives to keep the other back,
Both once too forward, foon are both too flack.

Drayton's Queen Ifabel to Richard II. Things of fmall moment we can scarcely hold, But griefs that touch the heart, are hardly told.

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 caffia, is prov'd beft being bruis'd.
My heart's turn'd to a heavy lump of lead,
With which I found my danger.

Webster's Dutchess of Malfy.

I fuffer now for what hath former been:
Sorrow is held the eldest son of fin.

Paft forrows, let us mod'rately lament them;
For those to come, feek wifely to prevent them.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Unkindness do thy office; poor heart break:
Thofe are the killing griefs which dare not speak.
Webster's White Devil.
Be of comfort! and your heavy forrow
Part equally among us ; ftorms divided,

Abate their force, and with lefs rage are guided.

Heywood's Woman kill'd with Kindness.
Woe will break;

'Tis not the greatest grief, that most do freak.

Goffe's Oreftes.

Great forrows have no leisure to complain:
Leaft ills vent forth, great griefs within remain,

Goffe's Raging Turk.

There's no way to make forrow light

But in the noble bearing; be content;

Blows giv'n from heav'n are our due punishment:
All fhipwrecks are not drownings; you fee buildings

Made fairer from their ruins.

Will: Rowley's New Wonder.
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He doubles grief, that comments on a woe.

Return from Parnaffus. Times have their changes, forrow makes men wife; The fun himself muft fet as well as rife.

John Ford's Perkin Warbeck. Souls funk in forrows, never are without them;

They change fresh airs, but bear their griefs about them.

Sorrow doth hate

To have a mate ;

True grief is ftill alone.

John Ford's Broken Heart.

Brown's Paftorals.

Oh do not hide thy forrows, fhew them brief;
He oft finds aid that doth disclose his grief.
If thou would'ft it continue, thou doit wrong;
No man can forrow very much, and long.
But had he been here

He had been flint had he not spent a tear.
For ftill that man the perfecter is known,
Who others forrows feels, more than his own.

What I have loft, kind fhepherds, all you know
And to recount it were to dwell in woe :

To fhew my paffion in a fun'ral fong,

And with my forrow draw your fighs along;

;

Ibid.

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 paffion feldom loves formality.

What profits it a pris'ner at the bar,

To have his judgment fpoken regular ?
Or in the prifon hear it often read,

When he at firft 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 myfelf no pow'r of remedy.

Ibid.

1. Pray

1. Pray do not conceal

What's your disturbance. By communicating,
You'll leffen fomething of the fuffering,
In making me partaker.

2. I fhall add to't.

We shall be like two neighbour-buildings, when
A flame proceeding from the one hath feiz'd
The other's roof, it makes the burning greater.
Friend, let me fuffer, be thou free.

Nabbs's Unfortunate Mother.

Be advis'd how you

Express your trouble! Grief while it is dumb
Doth fret within: But when we give our thoughts
Articulate found, we must distinguish hearers.

My griefs fhall lead me this way,

Shirley's Love's Cruelty.

And my love a happy harbour find;

These tears the ocean, and my fighs the wind.

Sharp's Noble Stranger.

He, fad heart, being robb'd

Of all his comfort, having loft the beauty
Which gave him life and motion, feeing Claius
Enjoy thofe lips, whose cherries were the food
That nurs'd his foul, fpent all his time in forrow,
In melancholy fighs and difcontents:

Look'd like a wither'd tree o'ergrown with mofs;
His eyes were ever dropping ificles.

Randolph's Amyntàs.

There is no joy,

But either paft, or fleeting; and poor man
Grows up but to the experience of grief;
And then is truly paft minority,

When he is past all happiness.

Gomerfall's Lodovick Sforza.

To vex, when mischiefs are quite paft and gone,

Is the next way to bring more mifchiefs on.

Nevile's Poor Scholar.

To

To grieve at this, were in thefe fenfelefs times
To become monstrous; and to feel no grief,
Were to be fenfelefs with the times themselves.

Jones's Adrafta.

I need no mufe to give my paffion vent;
He brews his tears, that studies to lament,

The remedy to woe,

Is to leave what of force we must forego.

Cleveland.

Merry Devil of Edmonton.
I must confefs, when I did part from you,
I cou'd not force an artificial dew
Upon my cheeks; nor with a gilded phrafe
Express how many hundred fev'ral ways
My heart was tortur'd; nor with arms across,
In difcontented garbs fet forth my lofs:
Such loud expreffions many times do come
From lightest hearts; great griefs are always dumb :
The fhallow rivers roar, the deep are ftill.
Numbers of painted words may fhew much skill,
But little anguifh; and a cloudy face

Is oft put on, to ferve both time and place:
The blazing wood may to the eye feem great,
But 'tis the fire rak'd up, that has the heat,
And keeps it long True forrow's like to wine,
That which is good, does never need a fign.

Like the camelion's colours that decay
But feemingly to give new colours way;

So our falfe griefs. had not themfelves outworn,
But ftep'd afide, to vary in return.

Suckling.

Sir William Davenant's Journey into Worcestershire.
All we gain

By grief, is but the licence to complain.

Sir William Davenant's Elegy on B. Hafelrick.

How beautiful is forrow, when tis dreit

By virgin innocence ? it makes

Felicity in others feem deform'd.

Sir William Davenant's Love and Honour.

Yet both your griefs I'll chide, as ignorance;
Call you unthankful for yourgreat griefs fhew
That heav'n has never us'd you to mischance,
Yet rudely you repine to feel it now.

If

your contextures be fo weak and nice, Weep that this ftormy world you ever knew: You are not in thofe calms of paradife,

Where flender flow'rs as fafe as cedars grew.

Sir William Davenant's Gondibert. Grief's conflict, gave these hairs their filver shine; Torn enfigns which victorious age adorn: Youth is a drefs too garish and too fine,

To be in foul tempeftuous weather worn.

Grief's want of ufe, does dang'rous weakness make; But we by ufe of burdens are made strong :

And in our practis'd age, can calmly take

Those forrows, which like fevers,, vex the young.

Confider forrows, how they are aright:

Grief, if't be great, 'tis fhort; if long, 'tis light.

For fill imparted councils do encrease ;
And grief divided to a friend, grows less.

Ibid.

Herrick.

Sir Robert Howard's Blind Lady.

Why shouldft thou grieve?
Grief feldom join'd with blooming youth is seen ;
Can forrow be, where knowledge scarce has been ?

Sir Robert Howard's Indian Queen.
The fharpeft drugs are of the healthiest operation:
Oft from a cloudy morn, enfues a glorious day.

Gilbert Swinhoe's Unhappy Fair Irene. For grief conceal'd, like hidden fire, confumes; Which, flaming out, would call in help to quench it.

Denham's Sophy.

To vent my forrows yields me no rèlief;
He grieves but little, that can tell his grief.

Thomas Ford.

Believe

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