From ashen neck has whirl'd a Head of oak.
So drops from either power, with vengeance big,
A remnant night-cap, and an old cut wig;
90
Titles unmusical, retorted round,
On either ear with leaden vengeance sound;
'Till equal Valour equal Wounds create,
And drowsy peace concludes the fell debate;
Sleep in her woolen mantle wraps the pair,
And sheds her poppies on the ambient air;