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vis uret sarcina enartæ,
Hor. Lib. i. Epist 13

ember, glory, built

hame and guilt;
nire as half divine,
rrupt in their design.
hat without scruple tears
lightning spares;
s trophy to the dust,
3word like rust.
ontinuing what they are
, there must be war:
e should be applied
justice on his side.

n pure Parnassian dews,
r to every muse,
unshaken root,
ing his firm foot,
that Justice draws,
sh in her cause.
ich men, man owes
that Heaven bestows.
istory displays

gh wrought in ancient days,
arts, that fought and died,
em, at their country's side;
moved with what he reads,
their heroic deeds,
ssings of the brave,

born to be a slave.
famy pursue

ght but his ambition true.
of filling with one blast
all Europe, lays her waste.