Say, shall the Muse thy patriot Sire
Recall to view? Tell how with conscious state
She saw the god-like Prince retire
To glorious exile, like Timoleon great?
Glad heard the voice, "Avaunt, ye wretched Train,
" Shall I my Country's cause betray?
"Betray my soul, my God, for sordid gain?
" Perish the thought! — Ye Slaves of gold away! —
"In venal courts tho' base corruption reigns,
" Know Liberty shall breathe thro' Kew's indignant plains. "