she sees Camilla slain, And, spherical her corpse, of buddies and foes a preventing educate. Then, from the lowest of her breast, she drew A mournful sigh, and those sad phrases ensue: “Too dear a pleasant, ah, a lot lamented maid, For warring with the Trojans, thou hast paid! Nor aught avail’d, on this unhappy strife, Diana’s sacred arms, to save thy life.
