When Peace shall check the rage of lawless Power;

Nor yet th’ insatiate thirst of blood is o’er,

Nor yet has Rapine ravaged every shore.

Exhaustless Passion feeds th’ augmented flame,

And wild Ambition mocks the voice of Shame;

Revenge, with haggard look and scowling eyes,

Surveys with horrid joy th’ expected prize;

Broods o’er each remnant of monarchic sway,

And dooms to certain death his fancied prey.

For midst the ruins of each falling state,