To Prudence, as our best ally:
For she, like Pallas, for the fight
Can arm our eye with clearer sight;
Can teach the happy art that gains
A captive who will grace our chains,
And, as we must the dart endure,
To bear the wound we cannot cure.
LINES WRITTEN AT WARWICK.
“You that in warlike stories take delight,” &c.
Hail, centre-county of our land, and known