Such, and no other was that age of old,
Which boasts t’ have had the head of gold.
And such since thou canst make thine own content,
Strive, Wroth, to live long innocent.
Let others watch in guilty arms, and stand
The fury of a rash command,
Go enter breaches, meet the cannon’s rage,
That they may sleep with scars in age.
And show their feathers shot and colours torn,
And brag that they were therefore born.