| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXX. Sweet Sorrow To the immortal Memory of Lady Clifton | | By Sir John Beaumont (15831627) |
| | | THY quiet rest from death this good derives: | |
| Instead of one, it gives thee many lives. | |
| While these lines last, thy shadow dwelleth here, | |
| Thy fame itself extendeth everywhere; | |
| In Heavn our hopes have placd thy better part; | 5 |
| Thine image lives in thy sad husbands heart, | |
| Who, as when he enjoyd thee, he was chief | |
| In love and comfort, so is he now in griefe. | | | | |
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