Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame,
But work their woe, and thy renown.
"Rule," &c.

To thee belongs the rural reign;

Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main;
And every shore it circles thine.
"Rule," &c.

The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;

Blessed isle! with matchless beauty crowned,

And manly hearts to guard the fair :

"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves,

Britons never will be slaves."

PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES.