VI.

Ah! where are now her gorgeous robes of state, The glitt’ring gems that did her fairness deck? The cringing nobles that on her did wait, The high-born dames that kneeled at her beck? Alas! a ghastly face, a bloody neck, A simple winding-sheet is now her share; Look here, ye proud ones, on this mighty wreck, And learn what perishable stuff ye are, From her poor mangled carcase, once so sweet and fair.