I'm deaf to fear's repressive song The rocks of Idham I'll ascend, Tho' adverse darts each path defend, And hostile sabres glitter there, To guard the tresses of the fair.

What paradox dost thou defend in this?

Call them not so, when once with odds opprest; Nor are they foes my clemency defends, Until they have refused the name of friends: Draw up our Spaniards by themselves, then fire Our guns on all, who do not strait retire.

And from all afflictions each loved one defend?