Departed from us like a dove;
These babes, who we did much adore,
Is gone, and cannot come no more."
Hinckley:
"My days on earth they were but few,
With fever draughts and cordials few,
They wasted like the morning dew."
Braunstone:
"All triumph yesterday, to-day all terror!
Nay, the fair morning overcast ere even: