Mary Sidney

"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."

"Underneath this sable hearse Lies 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."