Here vice and folly hold their court,
Here all the martial band parade,
To vanquish—some unguarded maid:
Here ambles many a dauntless chief,
Who can, O great beyond belief!
Who can, as sage historians say,
Defeat—whole bottles in array.
Heavens! shall a servile dastard train
The mansions of our dead prophane,
A herd of undistinguished things,