Ambracia's gulf behold, where once was lost

A world for Woman, lovely, harmless thing![ey] [146]

In yonder rippling bay, their naval host

Did many a Roman chief and Asian King [15.B.]

To doubtful conflict, certain slaughter bring:

Look where the second Cæsar's trophies rose![147] [16.B.]

Now, like the hands that reared them, withering:

Imperial Anarchs, doubling human woes![ez]

God! was thy globe ordained for such to win and lose?