Jan Andrzej Morsztyn

“ In a shroud of mourning liest thou among the woes,
My senses in a horrid darkness trapped expire.
Thy hands are bound, my freedom’s gone; eternal throes
Of death have chained my mind upon a funeral pyre. ”

“ Sooner will our minds be gone and words will cease to flow
Than constancy may any woman ever know.
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