A vein had burst, and her sweet lips’ pure dyes
Were dabbled with the deep blood which ran o’er;
And her head drooped, as when the lily lies
O’ercharged with rain: her summoned handmaids bore
Their lady to her couch with gushing eyes;
Of herbs and cordials they produced their store,
But she defied all means they could employ,
Like one Life could not hold, nor Death destroy.