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Of Roman Soldiers.
Our Vows thus chearfully we sing,
While martial Musick fires our Blood
Let all the neighb'ring Echoes ring
With Clamours for our Country's Good:
While martial Musick fires our Blood
Let all the neighb'ring Echoes ring
With Clamours for our Country's Good:
And, for Reward, of the just Gods we claim
A Life with Freedom, or a Death with Fame.
A Life with Freedom, or a Death with Fame.
May Rome be freed from War's Alarms,
And Taxes heavy to be born;
May she beware of foreign Arms,
And send them back with noble Scorn:
And Taxes heavy to be born;
May she beware of foreign Arms,
And send them back with noble Scorn:
And, for Reward, &c.
426
May she no more confide in Friends,
Who nothing farther understood,
Than only, for their private ends,
To waste her Wealth, and spill her Blood.
Who nothing farther understood,
Than only, for their private ends,
To waste her Wealth, and spill her Blood.
And, for Reward, &c.
Our Senators great Jove restrain
From private Piques, they Prudence call;
From the low Thoughts of little Gain,
And hazarding the losing all.
From private Piques, they Prudence call;
From the low Thoughts of little Gain,
And hazarding the losing all.
And, for Reward, &c.
The shining Arms with haste prepare,
Then to the glorious Combat fly;
Our Minds unclog'd with farther Care,
Except to overcome, or dye.
Then to the glorious Combat fly;
Our Minds unclog'd with farther Care,
Except to overcome, or dye.
And, for Reward, &c.
427
They fight, Oppression to increase;
We, for our Liberties and Laws:
It were a Sin to doubt Success,
When Freedom is the noble Cause.
We, for our Liberties and Laws:
It were a Sin to doubt Success,
When Freedom is the noble Cause.
And, for Reward, of the just Gods we claim
A Life with Freedom, or a Death with Fame.
A Life with Freedom, or a Death with Fame.
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