Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
ThrenosWilliam Shakespeare (15641616)
From ‘The Phœnix and the Turtle’
B
Grace in all simplicity,
Here enclos’d in cinders lie.
And the turtle’s loyal breast
To eternity doth rest,
’Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.
Beauty brag, but ’tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.