Familiar Quotations / A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to / Their Sources in Ancient and Modern Literature

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To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 57.

How lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not,

To whom related, or by whom begot;

A heap of dust alone remains of thee:

'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 71.

Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung,

Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.

Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford.

Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,