Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.

Death, ere thou hast slain another,

Learn'd and fair and good as she,

Time shall throw a dart at thee.

Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.[179:3]

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Let those that merely talk and never think,

That live in the wild anarchy of drink.[180:1]

Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked to be sealed of the Tribe of Ben.

Still may syllabes jar with time,