3.
Would gods these wars had drawn no other blood,
Than such as sprang from breasts of foreign foes!
So that the fountain, fed with changeless course,
Had found no nearer vents for dearer juice.
Or if the fates so thirst for British blood,
And long so deeply for our last decay,
O, that the rest were spar’d and safe reserv’d,
Both Saxons, Danes, and Normans most of all!
Hereof, when civil wars have worn us out,