Thomas Hardy — The Memorial Brass: 186-

        "Why do you weep there, O sweet lady,         Why do you weep before that brass? - (I'm a mere student sketching the mediaeval)         Is some late death lined there, alas? - Your father's? . . . Well, all pay the debt that paid he!"         "Young man, O must I tell!—My husband's! And under         His name I set mine, and my DEATH! - Its date left vacant till my heirs should fill it,         Stating me faithful till my last breath." - "Madam, that you are a widow wakes my wonder!"         "O wait! For last month I—remarried!         And now I fear 'twas a deed amiss. We've just come home. And I am sick and saddened          At what the new one will say to this; And will he think—think that I should have tarried?         "I may add, surely,—with no wish to harm him -         That he's a temper—yes, I fear! And when he comes to church next Sunday morning,         And sees that written . . . O dear, O dear! - "Madam, I swear your beauty will disarm him!"