Quotes from William Browne

Underneath this sable hearseLies the subject of all verse:Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.Death, ere thou hast slain anotherFair and learned and good as she,Time shall throw a dart at thee.

There is no season such delight can bring As summer, autumn, winter and the spring.

Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.

There's no one season such delight can bring As summer, autumn, winter, and the spring.

The king to Oxford sent a troop of horse, For Tories own no argument but force; With equal care, to Cambridge books he sent, For Whigs allow no force but argument.

Oft the cloud that wraps the present hour serves but to brighten all our future days.