Quotes by Thomas Carew
The Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eyes...
And here the precious dust is layd; Whose purely temper'd Clay was made...
For thou perhaps at thy return May'st find thy Darling in an urn.
The Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eyes...
And here the precious dust is layd; Whose purely temper'd Clay was made...
For thou perhaps at thy return May'st find thy Darling in an urn.