PART I. (page 21)
Which Medly canton’d in a Heptarchy,
A Rhapsody of Nations to supply,
Among themselves maintain’d eternal Wars,
And still the Ladies lov’d the Conquerors.
The Western Angles all the rest subdu’d;
A bloody Nation, barbarous and rude:
Who by the Tenure of the Sword possest
One part of Britain, and subdu’d the rest.
And as great things denominate the small,
The Conqu’ring Part gave Title to the Whole.
The Scot, Pict, Britain, Roman, Dane submit,
And with the English-Saxon all unite:
And these the Mixture have so close pursu’d,
The very Name and Memory’s subdu’d:
No Roman now, no Britain does remain;
Wales strove to separate, but strove in vain:
The silent Nations undistinguish’d fall,
And Englishman’s the common Name for all.