Or crowds of armèd men and armour dread
Suffice alone the foemen to appal?
If dauntless strength be not with prudence wed,
Which plans with wisdom and provides for all,
But little fruit will mighty squadrons yield,
Or heaps of warlike stores upon the field.
Let but the smallest army join as one
In bonds of martial law, as strict as pure,
Then will ye see it, radiant as the sun,
March where it will to victory secure.