Waking all Night, by sad disease opprest:
Around him anguish speaks in languid tones,
And wounded Heroes, stifling in their groans.
But from such dismal scenes I must refrain,—
The dreadfull retrospect gives only pain,
As ’tis my wish, in this my humble measure,
To give my gentle Reader only pleasure;
Tho’ in this story of one Vent’rous Youth,
I give the truth, and nothing but the truth.
At length to Salamanca John was taken,