But now of any bard surviving,
To sound their fame in lofty verse,
And sound his own by sounding their's.
Go on, great souls, and never flinch,
Your leader[167] ne'er will fly an inch.
Be active in your country's cause,
Protect her freedom, guard her laws.
Fight for the honour of your country,
Nor once forget his honor's bounty:
Let the remembrance of his claret,[168]