The roving  to his own Bounds restrain'd,
Learns to Encamp within his Native Land,
But soon as the Victorious Host he spies,
From Hill to Hill, from Stream to Stream he flies:
Such dire Impressions in his Heart remain
Of MARLBRÔ'S Sword, and HOCKSTET'S fatal Plain:
In vain  mighty Chief besets
Their shady Coverts, and obscure Retreats;
They fly the Conqueror's approaching Fame,
That bears the Force of Armies in his Name.