Chapter 16 No.16

Let not old Rome boast Fabius' fate;

He sav'd his country by delays,

But you by peace.[1]

You bought it at a cheaper rate;

Nor has it left the usual bloody scar,

To show it cost its price in war;

War, that mad game the world so loves to play,

And for it does so dearly pay;

For, though with loss, or victory, a while

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