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 CHARACTER & ELEGY.

HAT fatal news is this I hear! On earth who ſhall my ſtandard bear? For Lag, who was my champion brave, Is dead, and now laid in his grave. The want of him is a great grief; He was my manager and chief, Who fought my kingdom to promove, And to my laws he had great love. Could ſuch a ſurious fiend as I, Shed tears, my cheeks would never dry; But I would mourn both night and day, 'Cauſe Lag from earth is ta'en away. It is no wonder I am ſad, A better friend I never had. Thro' all the large tract of his time, He never did my ways decline:<br /d> He was my trusty conſtant liege,<br /d> Who at all times did me oblige,<br /d> But now, what ſhall I think or ſay?<br /d> By death at laſt he's ta'en away:<br /d> He was a man of meikle zeal,<br /d> Who in my ſervice did not fail:<br /d> He was no coward, to relent;<br /d> No man dare ſay he did repent<br /d> Of the good ſervice done to me;<br /d> For as he liv'd, ſo die.<br /d> He bore my image on his brow,<br /d> My ſervice he did ſtill avow.