We must implore to write to you.
For though the Muses should prove kind,
And fill our empty brain,
Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind
To wave the azure main,
Our paper, pen, and ink, and we,
Roll up and down our ships at sea.”
CHAPTER III
BRITAIN, TO ARMS!
This England never did, nor never shall
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.