And fashion pass’d by as it came.
Ah! which of thy sons canst thou boast,
Like Maddison,[78] made to explore:
To give to the silver girt coast,
The worth that was foreign before!
Each language, each humour, his own,
All Europe was proud to improve;
Whom Belgium sits down to bemoan,
Whom Gallia could listening love.
Say, when will thou cease to complain?