For a less omen, than to fill the trine.
After a prince, an admiral beget;
The Royal Sovereign wants an anchor yet.
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Our isle has younger titles still in store, }
And when the exhausted land can yield no more, }
Your line can force them from a foreign shore. }
The name of great your martial mind will suit;
But justice is your darling attribute:
Of all the Greeks, 'twas but one hero's due,[329]