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Thanks for your news, illustrious lords, she cried ;
I greet the doom that must my griefs decide :
But had the fatal sentence reach'd my cars
In France, in Scotland, with my husband crown'd, Not age itself could have allayed my fears,
And iny poor heart had shudder'd at the sound.
Where nought my listening cares can catch around
Ah! what have I in dying to bemoan ?
What punishment in death can they devise For her who living only lives to groan,
And see continual death before her eyes?
Who death expects feels more than he who dies :-
Where have I e'er repos'd in silent night,
But death's stern image stalk'd around my bed ? What morning e'er arose on me with light,
But on my health some sad disaster bred ? Did fortune ever aid my war or flight,
Or grant a refuge for my hapless bead ? Still at my life some fearful phantom aim'd, My draughts with poison drugo'd, my towers with treachery fames.
And now with fatal certainty I know
Is come the hoor that my sad being ends, Where life must perish with a single blow;
Then mark her death whom steadfast faith attends:
While free from foes, serene, my generous friends,
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT,
BY THE SAME,
M Odigan que es menester
Mucho tiempo para amar;
Marques de las Natas.