Grace And Remembrance Be To You Both.

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.

I Have Supped Full With Horrors.

A Wretched Soul, Bruised With Adversity, We Bid Be Quiet When We Hear It Cry. But Were We Burd'ned With Like Weight Of Pain, As Much Or More We Should Ourselves Complain: So Thou, That Hast No Unkind Mate To Grieve Thee, With Urging Helpless Patience Wouldst Relieve Me; But If Thou Live To See Like Right Bereft, This Fool-begged Patience In Thee Will Be Left.

A Man I Am Cross'd With Adversity.

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?