And—when the hurricane of the state grew high—
To brave the thunder and the lightning scorn,
The beauteous fabric into pieces torn,
60Imprisonment and exile to disdain
For a neglected Sovereign;
Still to espouse a crazy, tottering crown?
This, mighty Ormond, was thy own,
This glory thou deserv'dst to have,
This bravery thou hast carried with thee to thy grave.