Those sweet rewards, which decorate the brave, 30
’Tis folly to decline,
And steal inglorious to the silent grave.
Sir William Jones.
CXLV
ODE.
WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1746.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country’s wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallowed mould,