CAKTO I.

LXAXV.

Adieu, fair Cadiz ! yea, a long adieu!

Who may forget how well thy walls have stood PWhen all were changing thou alone wert true.First to be free and last to be subdued:

And if amidst a scene, a shock, so rude,Some native Mood was seen thy streets to die;A traitor only fell beneath the feud: 1 ?

Here all were noble, save Nobility^

None hugg'd a Conqueror’s chain, save fallenChyvalry !

LXXXVI.

Sucli be the sons ofSpain, and strange her fate!They fight for freedom who were never free*A Kinglcss people for a nerveless state.

Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee.True to the veriest slaves of Treachery?

Fond ofa laud which gave them nought but life.Pride points the path that leads tp Liberty;Back to the struggle, baffled in the strife ,War , war is still the cry, «War even to theknife! h

LXXXV1I.

Te, who would more ofSpain and Spaniardsknow,

Co, read whate’er is writ of bloodiest strife:W^hatc er keen Vengeance urged on foreign foeCan act, is acting there against mans life: