The academie of eloquence containing a compleat English rhetorique, exemplified with common-places and formes digested into an easie and methodical way to speak and write fluently according to the mode of the present times : together with letters both amorous and moral upon emergent occasions / by Tho. Blount, Gent.

Sorrow.

SOrrow is a grief or heaviness for things which are done and past, it is t••e ••••ly friend to soli∣tariness, enemy to company, and heir to despera∣tion.

Though his attached tongue could pay no tri∣bute to his dumb sorrow, yet did his silent woes shew his speaking grief.

O happy Portia! they dead sad woes are all bu∣ried in my long liv'd griefs; and Hecuba's tears are all drowned in the sea of my sorrow.

Lymbecks were her eyes of tears, a furnace was her breast of scalding sighes, a constant feaver sur∣priz'd her joynts, yet with this did her sweet con∣dition enforce a smile, (and with this (mixed with a pearly tear) did she beg this boon of, &c.— Holy Court.

—Whereat the yce of his heart dissolved, and began already to evaporate through his eyes.

He endeavored to speak, but the more he strove, the more the sobs choaked up his words.

— Assaulted with a furious squadron of re∣mediless dolours.

(Drenched in a Sea of Sorrow.—

Love, jealousie, anger and sorrow divided his heart, and drew strange sighes from him.

He bare the image of his sorrow in his dejected countenance.

He knew not how to answer her, but with the moist dew of his eyes, which began to do the of∣fice of his lips.

Sh•• made the apple of her weeping eyes speak to him in continual prayers.

— (after the Flood of her tears was grown to an ebb.)

— After she had bathed the beauty of her eyes in the sorrow of her tears. —

My grief was at the highest before, and now like swelling Nilus it disdaineth bounds.

That (washing anew her face in the balmy drops of her love-distilling tears) she began. —

He banished both sleep and food, as enemies to his mourning, which passion perswaded him was reasonable.

He opened his mouth, as a Floodgate for sor∣row.

I had in the furnace of my agonies, this refresh∣ing. —

The breath, almost formed into words, was a∣gain stopt by her, and turned into sighes.

Let the tribute-offer of my tears procure—

—It deserves of me a further degree of sorrow, then tears.

— Finding by the pittiful oration of a languishing behaviour, and the easily decipher∣ed-Character

of a sorrowful face, that—

—With a demeanor, where, in the book of beauty, there was nothing to be read but sorrow, for kindeness was blotted out, and anger was ne∣ver there.

Suffer not the weakness of sorrow, to conquer the strength of your vertues.

—His soul drinking up woe with great draughts.

—Her tears were like, when a few April drops are scattered by a gentle Zephirus among fine coloured flowers.

She painted out the lightsome colours of affecti∣on, shaded vvith the deepest shadows of sorrow.

—Suffering her sorrow to melt it self into an abundance of tears, and giving grief a free do∣minion.

At length letting her tongue go (as dolourous thoughts guided it) she thus (with lamentable de∣meanor) spake,—

Wilt thou give my sorrows no truce?

Tears and sighes interrupt my speech, and force me to give my self over to private sorrow.

Though ••y memory be a continued Record of much sorrow, yet among the many stories grief hate engraven in me, there is none to be compared with t••e disaster of —

— This said, she wept the rest. But he not daunted at that majesty of sorrow that sate in∣thron'd in Crystal; nor at her vvords, that would ••••arm ••••e most inhumane: but rather vvhet, then ••efin'd in passion, unloads his lust.—Her.

—She, in whom sorrow had swell'd it self so high, that rather then break out, it threatned to break her heart.

—Appearing in his countenance a doleful Copy of what he would relate.

—(Able to make an Adamant turn Niobe.

When I am b••reft of thee, in whom all my joys are so wealthily summ'd up, that thy loss will make my life my greatest curse, then will I dye in honor, and think it fitter for my fame, then linger out my life in sorrow. Her.

She was Empress of a minde, unconquered of sin or sorrovv.

It is not the tears of our eyes only, but of our friends also, that do exhaust the current of our sorrows, which falling into many streams run more peaceably, and are contented with a narrower channel.

She melts her heart in a sacred Limbeck of love, and distills it out by her eyes.

They resented his loss with as many griefs, as his desert and their good nature could produce in them. Arc.

To give over sorrovv I must of necessity give over remembring you, and that can I not, but vvith my life.

—To see her countenance (through which there shin'd a lovely majesty, even to the capti∣vating of admiring souls) novv altered to a fright∣ful paleness, and the terrors of a gastly look. Feltham.

— These are calamities, vvhich challenge the tribute of a bleeding eye.

—Tell him I do invvardly dissolve into a devv of bleeding passion for his loss, and vvould, to re-invest blest quiet i•• his heart, act o're the scene of dangers I have pass'd since I knevv earli∣est manhood. Arg. and Parth.

— I am past the thought of grief for this sad fact, and am griefs individual substance.

—She poured her self into tears without

comfort, as her misery seemed devoid of re∣medy.

—Thy looks upon a sudden are becom dis∣mall, thy brow dull as Saturns issue, thy lips are hung vvith black, as if thy tongue vvere to pro∣nounce some funerall.

Sorrow having clos'd up all the entries of thy mind.

He made a shady tree his pavillion, vvith inten∣tion to make forgetting sleep comfort a sorrowfull memory.

He gave such tokens of true felt sorrow, as no imagination could conceive greater.

Compassion procured his eyes vvith tears to give testimony.

— He departed, as if he had been the Coffin that carried himself away.

The river of your tears (if not stopped) vvill soon loose their fountain.

— Pitie my sorrows, which are onely mine, because I am extreamly yours.

—Lost in my thoughts, I see my self wandring in various objects, and, for a height in mysery, I walk in the night of a heart darkned vvith sad∣nesse.

The melancholy complexion of my mind en∣cilnes to hold a sympathy with all sorrow, that my senses communicate to me.

The remembrance of her former ingratitudes delivered over such feeling arguments of her sad remorse, as were able to strike the water of tears out of the stoniest hearts of her beholders: Like the Rod of Moses, which drove vvater out of the Rock, &c. Sir To. Math.

— A subject I confesse so full of lamentation and horror, as would require some Homer to ex∣press

it, or rather the mind and pen of Heraclitus, to weep and write together.

Suffer mine eyes to discourse my griefs.

You temporize with sorrow, mine is sincere.

—Untill mine eyes became the sad oblation of a fainting voyce.

It is hard to describe with what affection her eyes, big with grief, brought forth fears. The fair Lady in that Art resembled Aurora in travell of the day. Her tears much exceeded the morning dew in beauty. Stratonica.