revolts,  the tidings hears,
Himself in arms to meet the foe prepares.
But three short days ungentle fate allows
Sad , for his sighs and parting vows:
He curst his martial charge, and publick fame,
And loaths th' incumbrance of a glorious name,
Which rends him now from all the joys of life,
His lov'd , his charming wife.