“Like Andromach, Hector's wife,
Was weary of her life,
When she had lost her joy,
Noble Hector of Troy;
In like manner alsó
Increaseth my deadly woe,
For my sparrow is go.”

—  John Skelton

Source: Jane Scroop (her lament for Philip Sparrow) (likely published c. 1509), Lines 64-70.

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