You might have freed fallen Europe from the unity
Of Tyrants, and been blest from shore to shore:
And now—what is your fame? Shall the Muse tune it ye?
Now—that the rabble's first vain shouts are o'er?
Go! hear it in your famished country's cries!
Behold the World! and curse your victories!
X.
As these new cantos touch on warlike feats,
To you the unflattering Muse deigns to inscribe[IU]
Truths, that you will not read in the Gazettes,