He by flatt’ry was prevail’d upon:
That he bought no arms, listed no men,
Persuaded none to join that train:
He endeavour’d their rage to moderate,
For sick and wounded med’cines gat,
And for prisoners begg’d lenity,
This many a soldier could testify.
That for his error he had feel’d smart,
With pining grief and aching heart;
Ev’n at Culloden, chus’d not to fly,