, that is our Case, 'tls true;
We envy them, and envy you;
You, who may ramble from your Book,
To view the Towns  took;
Ev'n now, perhaps, attend the Story,
How  won immortal Glory;
Whilst he, who tells the wondrous Tale,
At ev'ry Period turning pale,
Still fancies Vengeance o'er his Head,
And asks you —