And broke the bonds she plighted to her lord;
}
{ What curses on thy blasted name will fall,
{ Which age to age their legacy shall call!
{ For all must curse the woes that must descend on all.
Religion thou hast none: thy mercury
Has passed through every sect, or theirs through thee.
But what thou givest, that venom still remains,
And the poxed nation feels thee in their brains.
What else inspires the tongues, and swells the breasts,