And wanting peace, reluctantly complied.
Now, care subdued, and apprehensions gone,
In peace our hero went aspiring on;
But short the period - soon a quarrel rose,
Fierce in the birth, and fatal in the close;
With times of truce between, which rather proved
That both were weary, than that either loved.
Fulham e’en now disliked the heavy thrall,
And for her death would in his anguish call,
As Rome’s mistaken friend exclaimed, ‘Let Carthage fall,’