The bright coins in the glaring sun.
But Vasques did not heed a whit,
He scarcely deign'd to scowl at it.
Again lean'd Morgan! He uprose,
And held a high hand to his foes,
And held two goblets up, and one
Did shine as if itself a sun.
Then leaning backward from his place,
He hurl'd them in his foemen's face,
Then drew again, and so kept on,