SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY
What may not then our Isle presume
While victory his crest does plume?
What may not others fear
If thus he crowns each year?	100
A Caesar he ere long to Gaul,
To Italy an Hannibal,
And to all states not free
Shall Climacteric be.
The Pict no shelter now shall find	105
Within his parti-coloured mind;
But from this valour sad
Shrink underneath the plaid:
Happy if in the tufted brake
The English hunter him mistake;	no
Nor lay his hounds in near
The Caledonian deer.
But thou, the war's and fortune's son,
March indefatigably on;
And for the last effect	j i $
Still keep the sword erect:
Besides the force it has to fright
The spirits of the shady night,
The same arts that did gain
A power must it maintain.	_I2o