Turn then to , and ,
And the long Heroes of the  Strain;
Experienc'd Chiefs, for hardy Prowess known,
And bloody Wreaths in vent'rous Battels won.
From the First , our great  King,
The bold , and  bring;
Illustrious Virtues, who by turns have rose,
In foreign Fields to check  Foes;
With happy Laws Her Empire to sustain,
And with full Pow'r assert Her ambient Main:
But sometimes too Industrious to be Great,
Nor Patient to expect the Turns of Fate,
They open'd Camps deform'd by Civil Fight,
And made proud Conquest trample over Right:
Disparted  mourn'd Their doubtful Sway,
And dreaded Both, when Neither would obey.