His baser parts he maim'd with many a wound;
But far above his utmost reach were pight
The forts of life: ne never to confound
With utter ruin, and abolish quite
A power so puissant by his single might
Did he presume to hope: Himself alone
From lawless force to free, in bloody fight
He stood; content to bow to CUSTOM'S throne,
So REASON mote not blush his sov'ran rule to own.