'Tis but the guard, to Exeter,
That bugles the "Defiance"!
In cavils when will cavaliers
Set ringing helmets by the ears,
And scatter plumes about?
Or blood—if they are in the vein?
That tap will never run again—
Alas! the Casque is out!
No iron-crackling now is scored
By dint of battle-axe or sword,