In Vain Doth Valour Bleed,

And, Re-assembling Our Afflicted Powers, Consult How We May Henceforth Most Offend.

Fear Of Change Perplexes Monarchs.

These Are Thy Glorious Works, Parent Of Good!

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.

Thick As Autumnal Leaves That Strow The Brooks In Vallombrosa, Where Th' Etrurian Shades High Over-arch'd Imbower.