By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see[62]

(For one who hath no friend, no brother there)

Their rival scarfs of mixed embroidery,[by]

Their various arms that glitter in the air!

What gallant War-hounds rouse them from their lair,

And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey!

All join the chase, but few the triumph share;[63]

The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away,

And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array.