And with the Rich and Great 'tis Glory charms,

And Beauty's favour that rewards the Brave.

  All the historic Records of the World

Are little more than histories of Wars;

Shewing how many thousands War destroy'd,

The time, the place, and some few great ones' names.

The mournful remnants of demolished States,

The Greek, the Roman, and long-exil'd Jew;

Are living monuments of wasting War's

Annihilating power: and while they mourn

Their Grandeur faded, and their Power extinct,

To every State memento mori sounds.

From age to age the habitable World

Has been a constant theatre of War:

In every land with Nature's gifts most blest,

Frequent and fatal Wars destructive rage.

So bland is fair Britannia's genial clime,

So liberal her all-protecting Laws,

So generous the spirit of her Sons,

So fond, so chaste, her Daughters virtuous love,

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