| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | IV. Inevitable
Upon a Funeral | | By Sir John Beaumont (1583–1627) |
| | | TO their long home the greatest princes go | |
| In hearses drest with fair escutcheons round. | |
| The blazons of an ancient race, renown’d | |
| For deeds of valour; and in costly show | |
| The train moves forward in procession slow | 5 |
| Towards some hallow’d Fane; no common ground, | |
| But the arch’d vault and tomb with sculpture crown’d | |
| Receive the corse, with honours laid below. | |
| Alas! whate’er their wealth, their wit, their worth, | |
| Such is the end of all the sons of Earth. | 10 | | | |
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