Upon her lap, all wounded, pale, and dead;
Transpierced with anguish, even to death transformed,
So she bewailed her god, so sighed, so mourned,
So his blest image in her heart remained,
So his blest memory o'er her soul still reigned;
She lived the sacred victim to deplore,
And never knew, or wished a pleasure more.
[41] These are even more numerous than the Elegiasts on Charles's death. In the Luttrell Collection there are the following rare pieces.
"Panegyris Jacobi serenissimi, &c. regi ipso die inaugurationis."
"A Poem on Do. by R. Philips."