And even a nation with its giant strength,
Cannot supply the vacant place of love!
Evadne. Shame on such craven thoughts,
The image of the God frowns on your words—
All glorious Mars! be thou my god and guide,
Be thou the image to fill up my heart,
Be thou the spirit leading me to glory,
And be my latest hour still cheered by thee,
While round me dwells the shout of victory!"
Fletcher.