XXVIII.

From this high spring our foreign conquests flow, Which yet more glorious triumphs do portend; Since their commencement to his arms they owe, If springs as high as fountains may ascend.

He made us freemen of the continent, Whom nature did like captives treat before; To nobler preys the English lion sent, And taught him first in Belgian walks to roar.[24]

That old unquestioned pirate of the land, Proud Rome, with dread the fate of Dunkirk heard; And, trembling, wished behind more Alps to stand, Although an Alexander were her guard.[25]