Sonnet

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Sonnet

Be Not Cast Down My Heart, and Be Not Sad

Be not cast down my heart, and be not sad,

That thou like common men must sorrow know;

Not only they that live and die below,

But ev’n the gods thy supreme sorrow had;

Not unto Tammuz was this fortune given,

Not to know grief; whom starry Ashtoreth

Sought through the seven-gated realm of death,

Far from the great moon and the stars of heaven.

Osiris also could not but to die;

He reigneth king among the perisht dead;

And Christ, when his long grief was finished,

Hid his great glory in the lowly ground.

All these had sorrow, that were great and high;

These also were august, these also crown’d.