Dirge Of The Three Queens Poem By William Shakespeare!
URNS and odours bring away!
Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
Balms and gums and heavy cheers,
Sacred vials fill’d with tears,
And clamours through the wild air flying!
Come, all sad and solemn shows,
;That are quick-eyed Pleasure’s foes!
We convent naught else but woes.