That grows on earth, or in its floods and mines,
(Eighth sharer of the inhabitable sphere)
Whom Persia bows to, China ill confines,
And India’s homage waits, when Albion’s star declines?
But time will teach the Russ, e’en conquering
Has handmaid arts: ay, ay, the Russ will woo
All sciences that speed Bellona’s car,
All murder’s tactic arts, and win them too;
But never holier Muses shall imbue
His breast, that’s made of nature’s basest clay: