Pierides, or, The muses mount by Hugh Crompton, Gent.
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Title
Pierides, or, The muses mount by Hugh Crompton, Gent.
Author
Crompton, Hugh, fl. 1657.
Publication
London :: Printed by J.G. for Charles Web ...,
1658.
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"Pierides, or, The muses mount by Hugh Crompton, Gent." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A35068.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 2, 2024.
Pages
104. Griefe.
1.
AWay (thou gnawing worm) fond grief.Away from me, away.Thy absence is my sweet relief,Then flee without delay;He that gives way to woe and sorrow,May grieve to day, and mourn to morrow.
2.
Go now into another Zone,Where mortal brains are light,And press them down; I've need of noneSince I have felt thy weight.He that shall change his frown for laughter,May laugh to day, and sing hereafter.
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••rid you both, and know you well;But do not like you so;A light heart has no parallel,But oh the pangs of woe!Yet Woe, the heart can never shoot,If Thought be not the Porter to't.
4.
Then get the touch-stone which may turnAll dross and dregs to gold.When grief begins in you to burn.Let fancy make it cold:Know either peace, or blustring passion.Arises from th' imagination.
5.
Suppose you then that all is good,And in that thought r••pose:This will alay that fiery bloodWhich in thy body flows.And mark me now (for this is chiefe)Nothing on earth requireth griefe.
6.
If accident should chance to fall,It falls from heaven above.Then let no poverty or thrall,Your soaring spirits move.
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Nothing but sin can grief require,Then grieve for sin, else grief expire.
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