Quote#Death
Underneath this sable hearse
Quote byWilliam Browne · 1590–1645
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke", first published with the poems of the countess's son William and Sir Benjamin Rudyerd (1660).
English (original)
Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother; Death! ere thou hast slain another, Fair and learn'd, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
— William Browne
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