William Shakespeare

Here you will find the Poem Dirge of the Three Queens of poet William Shakespeare

Dirge of the Three Queens

URNS and odours bring away! 
   Vapours, sighs, darken the day! 
Our dole more deadly looks than dying; 
   Balms and gums and heavy cheers, 
   Sacred vials fill'd with tears, 
And clamours through the wild air flying! 

   Come, all sad and solemn shows, 
   That are quick-eyed Pleasure's foes! 
   We convent naught else but woes.