In praise of Foreigners, employ their Pen,
Though their own Country yields the bravest men,
For who but they at once could overcome
The falshood of the Gauls, and force of Rome.
And on both Generals, impose their Fate,
Though Rival'd Love, their swords did animate,
But our Delight! why dost thou so much wrong,
As to begin, but not conclude thy Song?
Thy Foes do envy, and thy Friends deplore,
Those, that so much is writ, these, that no more.
ORRERY.
Though their own Country yields the bravest men,
For who but they at once could overcome
The falshood of the Gauls, and force of Rome.
And on both Generals, impose their Fate,
Though Rival'd Love, their swords did animate,
But our Delight! why dost thou so much wrong,
As to begin, but not conclude thy Song?
Thy Foes do envy, and thy Friends deplore,
Those, that so much is writ, these, that no more.
ORRERY.
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