As one they mov’d, they fought, they fed,
And safety rose by union bred,
Nor this alone the good they found,
The private bliss of each went round;
Hence doubly bless’d the gen’rous heart,
Which scorns the bliss it can’t impart.
From day to day the Lion came,
But matters still appear’d the same:
This smote his inmost soul with grief,
For much he long’d for fav’rite beef;