XV. SAY, what is Honour?- 'Tis the finest sense Are forfeited; but infamy doth kill. XVI THE martial courage of a day is vain An empty noise of death the battle's roar Or fortitude be wanting to sustain, Armies or Kingdoms. We have heard a strain Austria a Daughter of her Throne hath sold! XVII. BRAVE Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight A meteor wert thou in a darksome night; Is Fortune's frail dependant; yet there lives In whose pure sight all virtue doth succeed. XVIII CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate, Temptation; and whose kingly name and state He sits a more exalted Potentate, Throned in the hearts of men. Should Heaven ordain XIX. Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid And, if old judgments keep their sacred course, |