His rays their poisonous vapours shall dispel:
}
{ 'Tis he alone our safety did create,
{ His own firm soul secured the nation's fate,
{ Opposed to all the boutefeus[79] of the state.
Authors, for him your great endeavours raise;
The loftiest numbers will but reach his praise.
For me, whose verse in satire has been bred,
And never durst heroic measures tread;
Yet you shall see me, in that famous field,