Performing prodigies, with spear and shield;
His valour, like a murrain among cattle,
Was reckon’d very fatal in the field.
Yet, tho’ Sir Thomas had an iron fist,
He was, at heart, a mild Philanthropist.
Much did he grieve, when making Frenchmen die,
To any inconvenience to put ’em:
“It quite distress’d his feelings,” he would cry,
“That he must cut their throats,”—and, then he cut ’em.
Thus, during many a Campaign,