The bribes and threats of monarch’s to despise,
To raise the glory of their native land,
And read their praises in an army’s eyes,
Their lot forbids;—nor circumscribes alone
Their martial genius, but their crimes restrain,
Forbids to place a tyrant on a throne,
And forge for free-born men dire slav’ry’s chains.
Unmov’d to mark the frantic widow’s woe,
And hear her orphans wail their slaughter’d sire,
Or swell of guiltless blood the crimson flow,