211 Why tell you me of moderation? The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it? 26-iv. 4. 212 I do note, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Grow, patience! And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine 213 31-iv. 2. I am not prone to weeping, as our sex 13-ii. 1. 214 O how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow! Both crystals, where they view'd each other's sorrow; Sighs dry her cheeks, tears make them wet again. Poems Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find 220 31-iv. 2. Grief hath changed me since you saw me last; 221 The incessant care and labour of his mind S 14-v. 1. Hath wrought the mure, that should confine it in, So thin, that life looks through, and will break out. 19-iv. 4. 222 O, what a noble combat hast thou fought, But this effusion of such manly drops, This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, Alteration of features. s Worked the wall. t Love of country. Lift up thy brow, And with a great heart heave away this storm: 223 Nobly he yokes A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh 16-v. 2. Was that it was, for not being such a smile; With winds, that sailors rail at. 224 31-iv. 2. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: 225 Grieved I, I had but one? 26-iii. 2. Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame ?" "Disposition of things. 6—iv. 1. ▾ Sullied. 226 Being that I flow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me." 227 6-iv. 1. Tell me, what is 't that takes from thee And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, 228 Give me no help in lamentation, I am not barren to bring forth laments: 229 24-ii. 2. Why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making? Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died With them they think on? 15-iii. 2. This is one of our author's observations upon life. Men over powered with distress, eagerly listen to the first offers of relief, close with every scheme, and believe every promise. He that has no longer any confidence in himself, is glad to repose his trust in any other that will undertake to guide him. * Occurrences. ▾ Drops. 230 His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds. 231 I-v. 1. 30-iv. 2. One of those odd tricks, which sorrow shoots Out of the mind. 232 We scarce thought us bless'd, That God hath sent us but this only child; And that we have a curse in having her. 35-iii. 5. 233 There's something in his soul, O'er which his melancholy sits on brood; 234 36-iii, 1, Gracious words revive my drooping thoughts, And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. 235 23-iii. 3. Do not seek to take your change upon you, 236 10-i. 3. I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd; But I shall, in a more continuate time, Strike off this score of absence. 37-iii, 4. 237 Mourn I not for thee, And with the southern clouds contend in tears; Their's for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows? 238 Play me that sad note I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating On that celestial harmony I go to. T 22-iii. 2. 25-iv. 2. |