Conquest I often promis'd, I confess,
And who from such a pow'r could promise less?
There  force, and here  shines,
Th' experienc'd houshold fills our crowded lines;
Already had our tow'ring thoughts o'erthrown
The  host, while we survey'd our own,
Destroy'd their provinces with sword and flame,
Let in their seas, and sack'd their
Already had we shar'd the fancy'd spoil,
(Imaginary trophies crown'd our toil)
standards to this temple gave,
In that the  crosses doom'd to wave,
A rural seat assign'd each captive chief,
In flow'ry gardens to assuage his grief,
And by his arts, and first escape prepar'd,
On MARLBRO had bestow'd a double guard.