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250 A SOLILOQUY. |
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France aids them now; I play a desperate game, And sunburnt Spain they say will do the same; My armies vanquish'd, and my heroes fled, My people murmuring, and my commerce dead. My shatter'd navy, pelted, bruis'd, and clubb'd, By Dutchmen bullied, and by Frenchmen drubb'd.
My name abborr'd, my nation in disgrace, What should I do in such a mournful case ? My hopes and joys are vanish'd, with my coin, My ruined army, and my lost Burgoyne ! What shall I do, confess my labors vain, Or whet my tusks, and to the charge again ?
But where's my force, my choicest troops are fled, Some thousands crippled, and a myriad dead; If I were owned the stoutest of mankind, And hell with all her rage inspired my mind ; Could I at once with France and Spain contend, And fight the rebels on the world's green end ?
Yet rogues and savage tribes I must employ, And what I cannot conquer, will destroy. |
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