At having conquered with ferocious hands,
And kept at bay, our countless Roman bands.
Self-conquered are ye; for beneath the sway
Of base lascivious vice ye lose renown,
And while with love and wine ye sport and play,
Ye scarce have strength to take your armour down.
Blush then with all your might, as well ye may,
To see how this poor little Spanish town
Bids bold defiance to the Roman host,
And smites the hardest when beleaguered most.