What beauties doth Lisboa[43] first unfold![as]

Her image floating on that noble tide,

Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold,[at]

But now whereon a thousand keels did ride

Of mighty strength, since Albion was allied,

And to the Lusians did her aid afford:

A nation swoln with ignorance and pride,[44]

Who lick yet loathe the hand that waves the sword[au]

To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord.