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425

Fourth CHORUS.
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:
And, for Reward, of the just Gods we claim
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, 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.
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.
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.
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.
And, for Reward, of the just Gods we claim
A Life with Freedom, or a Death with Fame.

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