Ben Jonson (Бен Джонсон)

Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke

UNDERNEATH this sable herse
Lies the subject of all verse.
Sidney’s sister, Pembroke’s mother;
Death! ere thou hast slain another,
Learn’d and fair and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.

1. To the Reader
2. On the Union
3. To Brainhardy
4. To My Book
5. On Lieutenant Shift

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