Thus whilst one strives to keep the other back, 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: Webster's Dutchess of Malfy. I fuffer now for what hath former been: Paft forrows, let us mod'rately lament them; Ibid. Ibid. Unkindness do thy office; poor heart break: Abate their force, and with lefs rage are guided. Heywood's Woman kill'd with Kindness. 'Tis not the greatest grief, that most do freak. Goffe's Oreftes. Great forrows have no leisure to complain: 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: Made fairer from their ruins. Will: Rowley's New Wonder. He 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 had been flint had he not spent a tear. What I have loft, kind fhepherds, all you know 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 ? When he at firft knew what was forfeited? Ibid. 1. Pray 1. Pray do not conceal What's your disturbance. By communicating, 2. I fhall add to't. We shall be like two neighbour-buildings, when Nabbs's Unfortunate Mother. Be advis'd how you Express your trouble! Grief while it is dumb 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 Look'd like a wither'd tree o'ergrown with mofs; Randolph's Amyntàs. There is no joy, But either paft, or fleeting; and poor man 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 Jones's Adrafta. I need no mufe to give my paffion vent; The remedy to woe, Is to leave what of force we must forego. Cleveland. Merry Devil of Edmonton. Is oft put on, to ferve both time and place: Like the camelion's colours that decay So our falfe griefs. had not themfelves outworn, Suckling. Sir William Davenant's Journey into Worcestershire. 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; 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 ; Ibid. Herrick. Sir Robert Howard's Blind Lady. Why shouldft thou grieve? Sir Robert Howard's Indian Queen. 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; Thomas Ford. Believe |