15. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest;
Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country’s blood.
16. The applause of listening senates to command
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o’er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation’s eyes.
17. Their lot forbade; nor circumscribed[661] alone
Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined;