Why break my rest? Two thousand years of fight
Have seen me struggle for my free-born right:
Have watch'd my desperate, unyielding stand,
'Gainst each invader of my native land.
Those Roman bands, whose traces still you see,
At Col di Tenda were compell'd to flee;
Hasdrubal's force I roll'd back to the strand,
Etruria's army scatter'd as the sand.
The Moor in quest of booty sought my bay,