The Triumph Of Dead : Chap. 1 Comments

That gallant lady, gloriously bright, The stately pillar once of worthiness, And now a little dust, a naked sprite, Turn'd from her wars a j

But with chaste heart, fair visage, upright thought, Wise speech, which did with honour linked go. And, Love's new plight to see, strange wonders wrought, With shiver'd bow, chaste arrows, quenched flame, While here some slain, and there lay others caught. She, and the rest, who in the glorious fame

great! Mary Sidney Herbert, Mary Sidney Herbert