But we will soon prove to the Corsican vaunter,
Though Times may be changed,—Britons never mutantur.
"Mehercle! this Consul non potest be quiet,
His word must be lex, and where he says Fiat,
Quasi Deus, he thinks we must run at his nod,
But Britons were ne'er good at running, by ——!
"Per mare, I rather am led to opine,
To meet British naves he would not incline;
Lest he should in mare profundum be drown'd,
Et cum algâ, non laurâ, his caput be crown'd.