Save Fortitude, sole refuge from despair.
O Gaul, Oppression’s blood-stain’d heir,
Let me not tell how, taught by thee,
England’s rude sons smote Liberty
On Vincent’s sable rock, her Indian throne:—
Not unavenged; for in her cause the sky
Storms and fiery vapours pour’d,
While Pestilence waved wide his tainted sword
To smite[15]...
EPODE.