Throughout the time, with such a lengthened bound,
Wherein both sides have made such cruel sport,
No brave commander have we ever found
Whose kindness or whose favour we could court.
But now, at length, that Fate hath brought it round
To guide our vessel to so good a port,
We joyfully haul in our warlike sails,
Prepared for any treaty—that avails.
Nor think, my lord, that it is fear alone
Which makes us sue for peace at such an hour;