Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

Griefe.

Griefe all in sables sorrowfully clad, Downe hanging his dull head with heauie cheare, Yet inly beine more, then seeming sad, A paire of pincers in his hand he had. With which, he pinched people to the heart, That from thenceforth, a wretched life they lad: In wilfull languor and consuming smart, Dying each day with impair'd wounds of dolors dart. Ed. Spencer.

Griefe onely makes his wretched state to see, (Euen like a toppe, which nought but whipping moues) This man, this talking beast, this walking tree, Griefe is the stone, which finest iudgements proues, For who grieues not, hath but a blockish braine, Since cause of Griefe we cause, from life remoues. S. Ph. Sydney.

— Griefes deadly sore, Vnkindnes breeds, vnkindnes fostereth hate. Idem.

Griefe to it selfe most dreadfull doth appeare, And neuer yet was sorrow voyd of feare: But yet in death, they both do hope the best. M. Drayton.

Griefes be long liu'd, and sorrowes seldome die. Idem.

Griefe hath two tongues, and neuer woman yet Could rule them both, without tenne womens wit. W. Shakespeare.

He oft findes medicine, who his griefes imparts, But double Griefe afflicts concealing harts, As raging flames, who striueth to suppresse. Ed. Spencer.

Found neuer help, who neuer could his griefe impart. Idem.

No greater ease of heart the griefes to tell, It daunteth all the dolours of the minde: Our carefull hearts thereby great comfort finde. I. H. Mir. of Mag.

An Ouen that is stopt, or Riuer staied, Burneth more hotely, swelleth with more rage: So of concealed Griefe it may be said. Free vent of words, loues fier doth asswage. But when the hearts atturney once is mute, The Client breakes, as desperate in his sute. W. Shakespeare.

No one thing doth auaile man more, To cure a griefe, and perfectly to heale it, Then if he do vnto some friends reueale it. S. I. Harr. Transl.

— Griefe it is inough to vexed wight, To feele his fault and not be farther vext. Fd. Spencer.

— Some griefe shewes much of loue, But much to griefe shewes still some want of wit. W. Shakespeare.

— Great griefe can not be told, And can more easily be thought then found. Ed. Sp.