Mary Sidney

“Underneath this sable hearseLies 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.”

“If ever hapless woman had a cause    To breathe her plaints into the open air, And never suffer inward grief to pause,    Or seek her sorrow-shaken soul’s repair: Then I, for I have lost my only brother, Whose like this age can scarcely yield another.”