He saw her comforts from his griefs arise;
Who felt a joy she strove not to conceal, 420
When their expenses made her miser feel.
War was perpetual: on a first attack
She gain’d advantage, he would turn his back;
And, when her small-shot whistled in his ears,
He felt a portion of his early fears;
But, if he turn’d him in the battle’s heat,
And fought in earnest, hers was then defeat;
His strength of oath and curse brought little harm,