But each will mourn her own (she saith)
And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath
Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.


'The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire, 1571' (1863)

Jean Ingelow Quotes

But each will mourn her own (she saith) And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.

But each will mourn her own (she saith) And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.

But each will mourn her own (she saith) And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.

But each will mourn her own (she saith) And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.