The Britons are quite separated from all the world.
Want of pluck shows want of blood
How can there be such anger in the minds of the gods?
Live on in your blessings, your destiny's been won. But ours calls us on from one ordeal to the next.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
He like a rock in the sea unshaken stands his ground.