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"Dido, my deare, alas! is dead, Dead, and lyeth wrapt in lead. O heavie herse!"
"Underneath this sable herse Lyes the subject of all verse."
"On all the line a sudden vengeance waits, And frequent herses shall besiege your gates."
"Not even your Britain's groans can pierce The leaden silence of your hearse."