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470 But Lusitania, kind and dear ally,

Can spare a few to fight, and sometimes fly.

Oh glorious field! by Famine fiercely won,

The Gaul retires for once, and all is done!

But when did Pallas teach, that one retreat

Retrieved three long Olympiads of defeat?

"Look last at home—ye love not to look there

On the grim smile of comfortless despair:

Your city saddens: loud though Revel howls,

Here Famine faints, and yonder Rapine prowls.

See all alike of more or less bereft;

No misers tremble when there's nothing left.

'Blest paper credit;' who shall dare to sing?

It clogs like lead Corruption's weary wing.