Down,wanton, down!Have you no shane
That at the whisper of Love's name,
Or Beauty's, presto! up you raise
Your angry head and stand at gaze?
Poor *bombard-captain, sworn to reach
The *ravelin and *effect a breach--
Indifferent what you storm or why,
So be that in the breach you die!
Love may be blind, but Love at least
Knows what is man and what mere beast;
Or Beauty wayward,but requires
More delicacy from her squires.
Tell me, my witless, whose one boast
Could be your staunchness at the post,
When were you made a *man of parts
To think fine and profess the arts?
Will many-gifted Beauty come
Bowing to your bald rule of thumb,
Or Love swear loyalty to your crown?
Be gone, have done! Down, wanton, down!
*notes:Bombard-captain: officers in charge of a bombard, an eraly type of cannon that
hurled stones.
Ravelin: fortification with two faces that meet in a protruding angle.
Effect a breach: break an opening through (a fortification)
Man of parts: man of talent of ability
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