THE CAMPAIGN, A POEM, To His GRACE the DUKE of MARLBOROUGH.
1 WHile Crouds of Princes Your Deserts proclaim,
2 Proud in their Number to enroll Your Name;
3 While Emperors to You commit their Cause,
4 And ANNA'S Praises crown the vast Applause,
5 Accept, Great Leader, what the Muse indites,
6 That in ambitious Verse records Your Fights,
7 Fir'd and transported with a Theme so new:
8 Ten Thousand Wonders op'ning to my View
9 Shine forth at once, Sieges and Storms appear,
10 And Wars and Conquests fill th'Important Year,[Page 2]
11 Rivers of Blood I see, and Hills of Slain;
12 An Iliad rising out of One Campaign.
13 The Haughty Gaul beheld, with tow'ring Pride,
14 His ancient Bounds enlarg'd on ev'ry Side,
15 Pirene's lofty Barriers were subdu'd,
16 And in the midst of his wide Empire stood;
17 Ausonia's States, the Victor to restrain,
18 Oppos'd their Appenines and Alpes in vain,
19 Nor found themselves, with strength of Rocks immur'd,
20 Behind their Everlasting Hills secur'd;
21 The rising Danube its long Race began,
22 And half its Course through the new Conquests ran;
23 Amaz'd and anxious for her Sov'raign's Fates,
24 Germania trembled through a Hundred States;
25 Great Leopold himself was seis'd with Fear,
26 He gaz'd around, but saw no Succour near,
27 He gaz'd, and half abandon'd to Despair
28 His Hopes on Heav'n, and Confidence in Pray'r.
29 To BRITTAIN'S QUEEN the Nations turn their Eyes,
30 On Her Resolves the Western World relies,
31 Confiding still, amidst its dire Alarms,
32 In ANNA'S Councils, and in CHURCHILL'S Arms:[Page 3]
33 Thrice Happy BRITTAIN, from the Kingdoms rent,
34 To sit the Guardian of the Continent!
35 That sees her Bravest Son advanc'd so high,
36 And flourishing so near her Prince's Eye;
37 Thy Fav'rites grow not up by Fortune's sport,
38 Or from the Crimes, or Follies of a Court;
39 On the firm Basis of Desert they rise,
40 From long try'd Faith, and Friendship's Holy Ties:
41 Their Sov'raign's well-distinguish'd Smiles they share,
42 Her Ornaments in Peace, her Strength in War,
43 The Nation thanks them with a Publick Voice,
44 By Show'rs of Blessings Heav'n approves their Choice;
45 Envy it self is dumb, in Wonder lost,
46 And Factions strive who shall applaud 'em most.
47 Soon as soft Vernal Breezes warm the Sky
48 Brittania's Colours in the Zephyrs fly,
49 Her Chief already has his March begun,
50 Crossing the Provinces Himself had won,
51 Till the Moselle appearing from afar
52 Retards the Progress of the Moving War:
53 Delightful Stream, had Nature bid her fall
54 In distant Climes, far from the perjur'd Gaul;[Page 4]
55 But now a Purchase to the Sword she lyes,
56 Her Harvests for uncertain Owners rise,
57 Each Vineyard doubtful of its Master grows,
58 And to the Victor's Bowl each Vintage flows:
59 The discontented Shades of slaughter'd Hosts
60 That wander'd on her Banks, her Heroes Ghosts
61 Hop'd, when they saw Brittania's Arms appear,
62 The Vengeance due to their great Deaths was near.
63 Our God-like Leader, e'er the Stream he past,
64 The mighty Scheme of all his Labours cast,
65 Forming the Wond'rous Year within his Thought;
66 His Bosom glow'd with Battels yet unfought:
67 The long laborious March he first surveys,
68 And joins the distant Danube to the Maese,
69 Between whose Floods such pathless Forests grow,
70 Such Mountains rise, so many Rivers flow:
71 The Toil looks lovely in the Heroes Eyes,
72 And Danger serves but to enhance the Prize.
73 Big with the Fate of Europe he renews
74 His dreadful Course, and the proud Foe pursues:
75 Amidst the sultry Gales his Temples beat,
76 Infected by the burning Scorpion's Heat,[Page 5]
77 'Till on the Borders of the Maine he finds
78 Defensive Shadows, and refreshing Winds:
79 Our Brittish Youth, with in-born Freedom bold,
80 Unnumber'd Scenes of Servitude behold,
81 Nations of Slaves, with Tyranny debas'd,
82 (Their Maker's Image more than half defac'd)
83 Hourly instructed, as they urge their Toil,
84 To prize their QUEEN, and love their Native Soil.
85 Still to the rising Sun they take their Way
86 Through Clouds of Dust, and gain upon the Day.
87 When now the Neckar on its friendly Coast
88 With cooling Streams revives the fainting Host,
89 That chearfully its Labours pass'd forgets,
90 The Midnight Watches, and the Noon-day Heats.
91 O'er prostrate Towns and Palaces they pass,
92 (Now cover'd o'er with Weeds, and hid in Grass)
93 Breathing Revenge; whilst Anger and Disdain
94 Fire ev'ry Breast, and boil in ev'ry Vein:
95 Here shatter'd Walls, like broken Rocks, from far
96 Rise up in hideous Views, the Guilt of War,
97 Whilst here the Vine o'er Hills of Ruin climbs,
98 Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's Crimes.
99 At length the Fame of England's Heroe drew
100 Eugenio to the glorious Interview;
101 Great Souls by Instinct to each other turn,
102 Demand Alliance, and in Friendship burn;
103 A sudden Friendship, while with stretch'd out Rays
104 They meet each other, mingling Blaze with Blaze.
105 Polish'd in Courts, and harden'd in the Field,
106 Renown'd for Conquest, and in Council skill'd,
107 Their Courage dwells not in a troubl'd Flood
108 Of mounting Spirits, and fermenting Blood;
109 Lodg'd in the Soul, with Virtue over-rul'd,
110 Inflam'd by Reason, and by Reason cool'd,
111 In Hours of Peace content to be unknown,
112 And only in the Field of Battel shown:
113 To Souls like these, in mutual Friendship join'd,
114 Heav'n dares entrust the Cause of Human kind.
115 Brittania's graceful Sons appear in Arms,
116 Her Harras'd Troops the Heroe's Presence warms,
117 Whilst the high Hills and Rivers all around
118 With thund'ring Peals of Brittish Shouts resound:
119 Doubling their Speed they March with fresh Delight,
120 Eager for Glory, and require the Fight. [Page 7]
121 So the stanch Hound the trembling Deer pursues,
122 And smells his Footsteps in the tainted Dews,
123 The tedious Track unrav'ling by degrees:
124 But when the Scent comes warm in ev'ry Breeze,
125 Fir'd at the near Approach, he shoots away
126 On his full Stretch, and bears upon his Prey.
127 The March concludes, the various Realms are past,
128 Th' Immortal Schellenberg appears at last:
129 Like Hills th' aspiring Ramparts rise on high,
130 Like Vallies at their Feet the Trenches lye,
131 Batt'ries on Batt'ries guard each fatal Pass,
132 Threat'ning Destruction; Rows of hollow Brass,
133 Tube behind Tube, the dreadful Entrance keep,
134 Whilst in their Wombs Ten Thousand Thunders sleep:
135 Great CHURCHILL owns, charm'd with the glorious sight,
136 His March o'er-paid by such a promis'd Fight.
137 The Western Sun now shot a feeble Ray,
138 And faintly scatter'd the Remains of Day,
139 Ev'ning approach'd, but oh what Hosts of Foes
140 Were never to behold that Ev'ning close!
141 Thick'ning their Ranks, and wedg'd in firm Array,
142 The close compacted Brittons win their Way;[Page 8]
143 In vain the Cannon their throng'd War defac't
144 With Tracks of Death, and laid the Battel waste,
145 Still pressing forward to the Fight, they broke
146 Through Flames of Sulphur, and a Night of Smoke,
147 'Till slaughter'd Legions fill the Trench below,
148 And bear their fierce Avengers to the Foe.
149 High on the Works the mingling Hosts engage,
150 The Battel kindled into Tenfold Rage
151 With Show'rs of Bullets and with Storms of Fire
152 Burns in full Fury, Heaps on Heaps expire,
153 Whole Nations trampl'd into Dirt, and bruis'd,
154 In one promiscuous Carnage lye confus'd.
155 How many gen'rous Brittons meet their Doom,
156 New to the Field, and Heroes in the Bloom!
157 Th' Illustrious Youths, that left their Native Shore
158 To March where Brittons never march'd before,
159 (O Fatal Love of Fame! O Glorious Heat
160 Only Destructive to the Brave and Great!)
161 After such Toils o'ercome, such Dangers past,
162 Stretch'd on Bavarian Ramparts breathe their last.
163 But hold, my Muse, may no Complaints appear,
164 Nor blot the Day with an ungrateful Tear:[Page 9]
165 While MARLBRÔ lives Britannia's Stars dispense,
166 A friendly Light, and shine in Innocence.
167 Plunging thro' Seas of Blood his fiery Steed
168 Where e'er his Friends retire, or Foes succeed;
169 Those he supports, these drives to sudden Flight,
170 And turns the various Fortune of the Fight.
171 Forbear, Great Man, Renown'd in Arms, forbear
172 To brave the thickest Terrors of the War,
173 Nor hazard thus, confus'd in Crouds of Foes,
174 Britannia's Safety, and the World's Repose;
175 Let Nations anxious for thy Life abate
176 This Scorn of Danger, and Contempt of Fate:
177 Thou liv'st not for thy self; thy QUEEN demands
178 Conquest and Peace from thy Victorious Hands;
179 Kingdoms and Empires in thy Fortune join,
180 And Europe's Destiny depends on Thine.
181 At length the long-disputed Pass they gain,
182 By crouded Armies fortify'd in vain;
183 The War breaks in, the fierce Bavarians yield,
184 And see their Camp with British Legions fill'd.
185 So Belgian Mounds bear on their shatter'd Sides
186 The Sea's whole weight, encreas'd with swelling Tides,[Page 10]
187 But if the rushing Wave a Passage finds,
188 Enrag'd by watry Moons, and warring Winds,
189 The trembling Peasant sees his Country round
190 Cover'd with Tempests, and in Oceans drown'd.
191 The few surviving Foes, disperst in Flight,
192 (Refuse of Swords, and Gleanings of a Fight)
193 In ev'ry russling Wind the Victor hear,
194 And MARLBRÔ'S Form in ev'ry Shadow fear,
195 'Till the dark Cope of Night with kind Embrace
196 Befriends the Rout, and covers their Disgrace.
197 To Donnawert, with unresisted Force,
198 The gay Victorious Army bends its Course;
199 The Growth of Meadows, and the Pride of Fields,
200 Whatever Spoils Bavaria's Summer yields,
201 (The Danube's great Increase) Britannia shares,
202 The Food of Armies, and Support of Wars:
203 With Magazines of Death, destructive Balls,
204 And Cannons doom'd to batter Landau's Walls,
205 The Victor finds each hidden Cavern stor'd,
206 And turns their Fury on their Guilty Lord.
207 Deluded Prince! how is thy Greatness crost,
208 And all the gaudy Dream of Empire lost,
209 That proudly set thee on a fancy'd Throne,
210 And made Imaginary Realms thy own!
211 Thy Troops, that now behind the Danube join,
212 Shall shortly seek for Shelter from the Rhine,
213 Nor find it there: Surrounded with Alarms,
214 Thou hop'est th' Assistance of the Gallic Arms;
215 The Gallic Arms in Safety shall advance,
216 And croud thy Standards with the Pow'r of France,
217 While to console thy Doom, th'aspiring Gaul
218 Shares thy Destruction, and adorns thy Fall.
219 Unbounded Courage and Compassion join'd,
220 Temp'ring each other in the Victor's Mind,
221 Alternately proclaim him Good and Great,
222 And make the Heroe and the Man compleat.
223 Long did he strive th'obdurate Foe to gain
224 By proffer'd Grace, but long he strove in vain,
225 'Till fir'd at length he thinks it vain to spare
226 His rising Wrath, and gives a Loose to War.
227 In Vengeance rous'd the Soldier fills his Hand
228 With Sword and Fire, and ravages the Land,[Page 12]
229 A Thousand Villages to Ashes turns,
230 In crackling Flames a Thousand Harvests burns,
231 To the thick Woods the woolly Flocks retreat,
232 And mixt with bellowing Herds confus'dly bleat;
233 Their trembling Lords the common Shade partake,
234 And Cries of Infants sound in ev'ry Brake:
235 The list'ning Soldier fixt in Sorrow stands,
236 Loth to Obey his Leader's just Commands;
237 The Leader grieves, by gen'rous Pity sway'd,
238 To see his just Commands so well obey'd.
239 But now the Trumpet terrible from far
240 In shriller Clangors animates the War,
241 Confed'rate Drums in fuller Consort beat,
242 And ecchoing Hills the loud Alarm repeat:
243 Gallia's proud Standards, to Bavaria's join'd,
244 Unfurl their gilded Lillies in the Wind,
245 The daring Prince his blasted Hopes renews,
246 And while the thick embattled Host he views
247 Stretcht out in deep Array, and dreadful Length,
248 His Heart dilates, and glories in his Strength.
249 The fatal Day its mighty Course began
250 That the griev'd World had long desir'd in vain:[Page 13]
251 States that their New Captivity bemoan'd,
252 Armies of Martyrs that in Exile groan'd,
253 Sighs from the Depth of gloomy Dungeons heard,
254 And Pray'rs in Bitterness of Soul preferr'd,
255 Europe's loud Cries, that Providence assail'd,
256 And ANNA'S Ardent Vows at length prevail'd;
257 The Day was come when Heav'n design'd to show
258 His Care and Conduct of the World below.
259 Behold in awful March and dread Array
260 The long Extended Squadrons shape their Way!
261 Death, in approaching terrible, imparts
262 An anxious Horror to the Bravest Hearts,
263 Yet do their beating Breasts demand the Strife,
264 And Thirst of Glory quells the Love of Life;
265 The British Souls low Images disclaim,
266 The Heat of Vengeance and Desire of Fame
267 O'er-look the Foe, advantag'd by his Post,
268 Lessen his Numbers, and Contract his Host:
269 Tho' Fens and Floods possest the middle Space,
270 That unprovok'd they would have fear'd to pass,
271 Nor Fens nor Floods can stop Britannia's Bands,
272 When Her proud Foe rang'd on their Borders stands.
273 But O, my Muse, what Numbers wilt thou find
274 To sing the furious Troops in Battel join'd!
275 Methinks I hear the Drum's tumultuous Sound
276 The Victor's Shouts and Dying Groans confound,
277 The dreadful Burst of Cannon rend the Skies,
278 And all the Thunder of the Battel rise.
279 'Twas then Great MARLBRÔ'S mighty Soul was prov'd,
280 That, in the Shock of Charging Hosts unmov'd,
281 Amidst Confusion, Horror, and Despair,
282 Examin'd all the Dreadful Scenes of War;
283 In peaceful Thought the Field of Death survey'd,
284 To fainting Squadrons sent the timely Aid,
285 Inspir'd repuls'd Battalions to engage,
286 And taught the doubtful Battel where to rage.
287 So when an Angel by Divine Command
288 With rising Tempests shakes a guilty Land,
289 Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past,
290 Calm and Serene he drives the furious Blast;
291 And, pleas'd th' Almighty's Orders to perform,
292 Rides in the Whirl-wind, and directs the Storm.
293 But see the haughty Houshold-Troops advance!
294 The Dread of Europe, and the Pride of France. [Page 15]
295 The War's whole Art each private Soldier knows,
296 And with a Gen'ral's Love of Conquest glows;
297 Proudly He Marches on, and void of Fear
298 Laughs at the shaking of the British Spear;
299 Vain Insolence! with Native Freedom brave
300 The meanest Briton scorns the highest Slave,
301 Contempt and Fury fire their Souls by turns,
302 Each Nation's Glory in each Warrior burns,
303 Each fights, as in his Arm th' important Day
304 And all the Fate of his great Monarch lay:
305 A Thousand glorious Actions, that might claim
306 Triumphant Laurels, and Immortal Fame,
307 Confus'd in Crouds of glorious Actions lye,
308 And Troops of Heroes undistinguish'd die.
309 O Dormer, how can I behold thy Fate,
310 And not the Wonders of thy Youth relate!
311 How can I see the Gay, the Brave, the Young,
312 Fall in the Cloud of War, and lye unsung!
313 In Joys of Conquest he resigns his Breath,
314 And, fill'd with England's Glory, smiles in Death.
315 The Rout begins, the Gallic Squadrons run,
316 And rush in Crouds to meet the Fate they shun,[Page 16]
317 Thousands of fiery Steeds with Wounds transfix'd
318 Floating in Gore, with their drown'd Masters mixt,
319 Midst Heaps of broken Spears and Standards lye,
320 And in the Danube's bloody Whirl-pools die.
321 Troops of bold Youths, born on the distant Soan,
322 Or sounding Borders of the Rapid Rhône,
323 Or where the Sein her flow'ry Fields divides,
324 Or where the Loire through winding Vineyards glides;
325 In Heaps the Rolling Billows sweep away,
326 And into Scythian Seas their bloated Corps convey.
327 From Bleinheim's Tow'rs the Gaul, with wild Affright,
328 Beholds the various Havock of the Fight;
329 His waving Banners, that so oft had stood
330 Planted in Fields of Death, and Streams of Blood,
331 So us'd the guarded Enemy to reach,
332 And rise Triumphant in the Fatal Breach,
333 Or pierce the broken Foe's remotest Lines,
334 The hardy Veteran with Tears resigns.
335 Unfortunate Tallard! Oh who can name
336 The Pangs of Rage, of Sorrow, and of Shame,
337 That with mixt Tumult in thy Bosom swell'd!
338 When first thou saw'st thy Bravest Troops repell'd,[Page 17]
339 Thine Only Son pierc'd with a Deadly Wound,
340 Choak'd in his Blood, and gasping on the Ground,
341 Thy self in Bondage by the Victor kept!
342 The Chief, the Father, and the Captive wept.
343 An English Muse is touch'd with gen'rous Woe,
344 And in th' unhappy Man forgets the Foe.
345 Greatly Distrest! thy loud Complaints forbear,
346 Blame not the Turns of Fate, and Chance of War;
347 Give thy Brave Foes their Due, nor blush to own,
348 The fatal Field by such great Leaders won,
349 The Field whence fam'd Eugenio bore away
350 Only the Second Honours of the Day.
351 With Floods of Gore that from the Vanquisht fell
352 The Marshes stagnate, and the Rivers swell.
353 Mountains of Slain lye heap'd upon the Ground,
354 Or 'midst the Roarings of the Danube drown'd;
355 A Captive Host the Conqueror detains
356 In painful Bondage, and inglorious Chains;
357 Ev'n those who 'scape the Fetters and the Sword,
358 Nor seek the Fortunes of a happier Lord,
359 Their raging King dishonours, to compleat
360 MARLBRÔ'S Great Work, and finish the Defeat.
361 From Memminghen's high Domes, and Ausburg's Walls,
362 The distant Battel drives th' insulting Gauls,
363 Free'd by the Terror of the Victor's Name
364 The rescu'd States his great Protection claim;
365 Whilst Ulme th' Approach of her Deliv'rer waits,
366 And longs to open her obsequious Gates.
367 The Heroe's Breast still swells with great Designs,
368 In ev'ry Thought the tow'ring Genius shines:
369 If to the Foe his dreadful Course he bends,
370 O'er the wide Continent his March extends;
371 If Sieges in his lab'ring Thoughts are form'd,
372 Camps are assaulted, and an Army storm'd;
373 If to the Fight his active Soul is bent,
374 The Fate of Europe turns on its Event.
375 What distant Land, what Region can afford
376 An Action worthy his Victorious Sword;
377 Where will he next the flying Gaul defeat,
378 To make the Series of his Toils compleat?
379 Where the swoln Rhine rushing with all its Force
380 Divides the Hostile Nations in its Course,
381 While Each contracts its Bounds, or wider grows,
382 Enlarg'd or straiten'd as the River flows,[Page 19]
383 On Gallia's Side a mighty Bulwark stands,
384 That all the wide extended Plain commands;
385 Twice, since the War was kindled, has it try'd
386 The Victor's rage, and twice has chang'd its Side;
387 As oft whole Armies, with the Prize o'erjoy'd,
388 Have the long Summer on its Walls employ'd.
389 Hither our mighty Chief his Arms directs,
390 Hence future Triumphs from the War expects;
391 And, tho' the Dog-star had its Course begun,
392 Carries his Arms still nearer to the Sun:
393 Fixt on the glorious Action, He forgets
394 The Change of Seasons, and Increase of Heats:
395 No Toils are painful that can Danger show,
396 No Climes unlovely that contain a Foe.
397 The roving Gaul, to his own Bounds restrain'd,
398 Learns to Encamp within his Native Land,
399 But soon as the Victorious Host he spies,
400 From Hill to Hill, from Stream to Stream he flies:
401 Such dire Impressions in his Heart remain
402 Of MARLBRÔ'S Sword, and HOCKSTET'S fatal Plain:
403 In vain Britannia's mighty Chief besets
404 Their shady Coverts, and obscure Retreats;[Page 20]
405 They fly the Conqueror's approaching Fame,
406 That bears the Force of Armies in his Name.
407 Austria's Young Monarch, whose Imperial Sway
408 Sceptres and Thrones are destin'd to obey,
409 Whose boasted Ancestry so high extends
410 That in the Pagan Gods his Lineage ends,
411 Comes from a-far, in Gratitude to own
412 The great Supporter of his Father's Throne:
413 What Tides of Glory to his Bosom ran,
414 Clasp'd in th' Embraces of the God-like Man?
415 How were his Eyes with pleasing Wonder fixt
416 To see such Fire with so much Sweetness mixt,
417 Such easie Greatness, such a graceful Port,
418 So turn'd and finish'd for the Camp or Court!
419 Achilles thus was form'd with ev'ry Grace,
420 And Nireus shone but in the second Place;
421 Thus the great Father of Almighty Rome
422 (His Features flusht with an Immortal Bloom
423 That Cytherea's fragrant Breath bestow'd)
424 In all the Charms of his bright Mother glow'd.
425 The Royal Youth by MARLBRÔ'S Presence charm'd,
426 Taught by his Counsels, by his Actions warm'd,
427 On Landau with redoubl'd Fury falls,
428 Discharges all his Thunder on its Walls,
429 O'er Mines and Caves of Death provokes the Eight,
430 And learns to Conquer in the Hero's sight.
431 The British Chief, for mighty Toils renown'd,
432 Increas'd in Titles, and with Conquests crown'd,
433 To Belgian Coasts his tedious March renews,
434 And the long Windings of the Rhine pursues,
435 Clearing its Borders from Usurping Foes,
436 And blest by rescu'd Nations as he goes.
437 Treves fears no more, freed from its dire Alarms,
438 And Traerbach feels the Terror of his Arms,
439 Seated on Rocks her proud Foundations shake,
440 While MARLBRÔ presses to the dire Attack,
441 Plants all his Batt'ries, bids his Cannon roar,
442 And shows how Landau might have fall'n before.
443 Scar'd at his near Approach, Great Louis fears
444 Vengeance reserv'd for his declining Years,
445 Forgets his Thirst of Universal Sway,
446 And scarce can teach his Subjects to Obey;[Page 22]
447 His Arms he finds on vain Attempts employ'd,
448 Th' Ambitions Projects of his Race destroy'd,
449 The Work of Ages sunk in One Campaign,
450 And Lives of Millions sacrific'd in vain.
451 Such are th' Effects of ANNA's Royal Cares:
452 By Her, Britannia, great in Foreign Wars,
453 Ranges through Nations, wheresoe'er disjoin'd,
454 Without the wonted Aid of Sea and Wind.
455 By Her th' unfetter'd Ister's States are free,
456 And taste the Sweets of English Liberty.
457 But who can tell the Joys of those that lye
458 Within the constant Influence of Her Eye!
459 Whilst in diffusive Show'rs Her Bounties fall
460 Like Heav'n's Indulgence, and descend on All,
461 Secure the Happy, succour the Distrest,
462 Make ev'ry Subject Glad, and a whole People Blest.
463 Thus would I fain Britannia's Wars rehearse,
464 In the smooth Records of a faithful Verse;
465 That, if such Numbers can o'er Time prevail,
466 May tell Posterity the wond'rous Tale.
467 When Actions, Unadorn'd, are faint and weak,
468 Cities and Countries must be taught to speak;[Page 23]
469 Gods may descend in Factions from the Skies,
470 And Rivers from their Oozy Beds arise;
471 Fiction may deck the Truth with spurious Rays,
472 And round the Heroe cast a borrow'd Blaze.
473 MARLBRÔ'S Exploits appear divinely bright,
474 And proudly shine in their own Native Light;
475 Rais'd of themselves, their genuin Charms they boast,
476 And those who Paint 'em truest Praise 'em most.