Robert Southwell
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My ancestors are turned to clay, And many of my mates are gone, My youngers daily drop away, And can I think to 'scape alone? No, no, I know that I must die, And yet my life amend not I.
— Robert Southwell
My ancestors are turned to clay, And many of my mates are gone, My youngers daily drop away, And can I think to 'scape alone? No, no, I know that I must die, And yet my life amend not I.
— Robert Southwell