Enjoys the guard of peace,
Your plenty to the Skies you owe,15
Peace is your Monarch’s care;
Thus bounteous Jove and George below
Divided empire share.
Recitativo.
Britannia pleas’d, looks round her realms to see
Your various causes of Felicity!20
(To glorious War, a glorious peace succeeds;
For most we triumph when the Farmer feeds)