Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak So may he rest: his faults lie gently on him! Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.

Henry VIII., Activ. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE.

What though no friends in sable weeds appear,
Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year,
And bear about the mockery of woe

To midnight dances and the public show!

To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady.

POPE

POEMS OF SORROW

AND ADVERSITY

hunger, & dist

a voice of dolorous putets,

"I was Ever this! _ Each hour that came

Some newer.

care for thoughts Mr Wilmore Sonimé