To live by battle which they loved.
There the Italian’s clouded face,
The swarthy Spaniard’s there you trace;
The mountain-loving Switzer[326] there
More freely breathed in mountain air;
The Fleming[327] there despised the soil,
That paid so ill the laborer’s toil;
Their rolls show’d French and German name;
And merry England’s exiles came,
To share, with ill-conceal’d disdain,