"This host o'erthrown upon Pavia's plains,

  That, bound for Naples, halts upon its way:

  As an ill-nourished lamp or taper wanes,

  For want of wax or oil, with flickering ray.

  Lo! the king leaves his sons in Spanish chains,

  And home returns, his own domain to sway.

  Lo! while in Italy he leads his band,

  Another wars upon his native land.