ON THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX AT THE SIEGE OF COLCHESTER - Aphra Behn Poems

 
 

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ON THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX AT THE SIEGE OF COLCHESTER

Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe rings
    Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise,
    And all her jealous monarchs with amaze
    And rumours loud, that daunt remotest kings;
Thy firm unshak'n virtue ever brings
    Victory home, though new rebellions raise
    Their hydra heads, and the false north displays
    Her brok'n league, to imp their serpent wings:
O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand;
    For what can war but endless war still breed?
    Till Truth and Right from Violence be freed,
And Public Faith clear'd from the shameful brand
    Of Public Fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed
    While Avarice and Rapine share the land.