The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole.

Sorrowfull. v. Sad. Melancholy.

Setting forth in a darkned countenance, a dolefull copie of his ••••oughts, and that he was going to speak, Carrying in his countenance the evident marks of a sorrowfull ••eak mind supported by a weak body. An heart full of unquiet motions. ••••king a piteous war with her fai•• hair, With such vehemency of passion, as if his heart would climb up ••••to his mouth to take his tongues office, As if he were but the coffin to carry himself to his sepulcher▪ S••asoning his words with sighs. A face wherein there lies Clusters of clouds, which no calm ever clears, Whose every gesture accused her of sorrow, In••ecting each thing she looks upon so with her griefs, that all ••hings about her seem'd to mourn to see her. In whose eyes sad discontentment sits. Bearing a plurisie of griefs about her. A living coffin to her cares. In silent sorrow drown'd. Excesse of sorrow scarce gives way To the relief of words. Anchor'd down with cares in seas of woe. A living coarse.

Suffering sorrow to dresse her self in her beauty. Shunning all comfort, she seem'd to have no delight, but in •••• king her self the picture of misery. Bearing sorrows triumph in her heart. His senses carried to his mind no delight from any of th•• objects. In the book of beauty nothing to be read but sorrow.

Sitting in such a g••v••n over manner, one would have though•• lence, solitarinesse, and melancholy were come under the ens•• of mishap to conquer delight, and drive him from his naturall •••• of beauty.

Giving grief a free dominion. A face whose skin's in sorrow dy'd. With a countenance witnessing she had before hand passed thro•••• so many sorrows, that she had no new to look for. Sorrow melts down his lead into my boyling breast. An heart as full of sorrow as the sea of sand, Sits her down on the bare earth, As her grief and sorrow were so great, That no supporter but the huge firm earth Could hold it up. Grieving no lesse than did that Theban wife To see brave Hectors body robb'd of life. Drawn by Theflali••n ho••ses, Whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandring stars and makes them stand. As wonder wounded hearers, So Priam griev'd, when ••e too late did find The Grecian horse with armed men was lin'd. Sad Agamemnon had such eyes, When he beheld his daughters sacrifice. Distilling even th' Elixar, and the spirit of tears, And mov'd without a soul, So swift Achilles lookt, then when he sent His lov'd Briseis to Alcides tent. Deep sorrow sat upon his eyes, drown'd in discontent, Whose heavy heart the height of sorrow crown'd, Tears were but barren shadows to expresse The substance of his grief. Vail'd with sorrows wing. A heart as high in sorrow as ere creature wore, And with a voice that floods from rocks might borrow, That feels a tempest in his soul, the soul eclipsed▪

With a face as sad, grief could paint, wanting no art to borrow, ••••edlesse help to counterfeit a sorrow. ••••ing beneath the tyranny of grief. ••••ds still, some pitying God 〈◊〉〈◊〉 him to marble. ••••aetontiades, Niobe. Orpheus for Euridice, Andromache Hector and Astianax. Egeus for Theseus supposed dead, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 for her sons. Daedalus for Icarus, Progne. ••••gone leading her blind father Oedipus. Autonoe for Actaeon, •••• compared with this sorrow, deserve not the names of grief.