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.