15 The taste of hot Arabia’s spice we know,
  Free from the scorching sun that makes it grow;
  Without the worm, in Persian silks we shine;
  And, without planting, drink of every vine.

16 To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs;
  Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims;
  Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow;
  We plough the deep, and reap what others sow.

17 Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds;
  Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds;
  Rome, though her eagle through the world had flown,
  Could never make this island all her own.

18 Here the Third Edward, and the Black Prince, too,
  France-conqu’ring Henry flourish’d, and now you;
  For whom we stay’d, as did the Grecian state,
  Till Alexander came to urge their fate.

19 When for more worlds the Macedonian cried,
  He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide
  Another yet; a world reserved for you,
  To make more great than that he did subdue.

20 He safely might old troops to battle lead,
  Against th’unwarlike Persian and the Mede,
  Whose hasty flight did, from a bloodless field,
  More spoils than honour to the victor yield.

21 A race unconquer’d, by their clime made bold,
  The Caledonians, arm’d with want and cold,
  Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame,
  Been from all ages kept for you to tame.

22 Whom the old Roman wall so ill confined,
  With a new chain of garrisons you bind;
  Here foreign gold no more shall make them come;
  Our English iron holds them fast at home.

23 They, that henceforth must be content to know
  No warmer regions than their hills of snow,
  May blame the sun, but must extol your grace,
  Which in our senate hath allowed them place.

24 Preferr’d by conquest, happily o’erthrown,
  Falling they rise, to be with us made one;
  So kind Dictators made, when they came home,
  Their vanquish’d foes free citizens of Rome.

25 Like favour find the Irish, with like fate,
  Advanced to be a portion of our state;
  While by your valour and your bounteous mind,
  Nations, divided by the sea, are join’d.

26 Holland, to gain your friendship, is content
  To be our outguard on the Continent;
  She from her fellow-provinces would go,
  Rather than hazard to have you her foe.

27 In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse,
  Preventing posts, the terror and the news,
  Our neighbour princes trembled at their roar;
  But our conjunction makes them tremble more.

28 Your never-failing sword made war to cease;
  And now you heal us with the acts of peace;
  Our minds with bounty and with awe engage,
  Invite affection, and restrain our rage.

29 Less pleasure take brave minds in battles won,
  Than in restoring such as are undone;
  Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear,
  But man alone can, whom he conquers, spare.