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.