Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Upon a FuneralSir John Beaumont (15831627)
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In hearses drest with fair escutcheons round.
The blazons of an ancient race, renown’d
For deeds of valour; and in costly show
The train moves forward in procession slow
Towards some hallow’d Fane; no common ground,
But the arch’d vault and tomb with sculpture crown’d
Receive the corse, with honours laid below.
Alas! whate’er their wealth, their wit, their worth,
Such is the end of all the sons of Earth.