XXXV.

Aggressive Conquest! tempt not Freedom’s shields, For Britons still your fiercest ire can quell. Ambition, Treachery seized Iberia’s fields, And mark how freemen tyrant-bands expel! If Victory cheered us, ’twas that Spain might dwell Beneath her vine secure from despot’s frown. And if thy dauntless children battled well, No need thy Edwards, Henries left thy crown, No need, Britannia, left thy Marlborough of renown!