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When the
assault was intended to the City
Captain or Colonel,
or Knight in arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless
doors may seize,
If deed of honour did thee ever
please,
Guard them, and him within protect from
harms.
He can requite thee, for he knows the charms
That call fame on such gentle acts as these,
And he
can spread thy name o'er lands and seas,
Whatever
clime the sun's bright circle warms.
Lift not thy
spear against the Muses' bow'r:
The great Emathian
conqueror did spare
The house of Pindarus, when
temple and tow'r
Went to the ground: and the repeated
air
Of sad Electra's poet had the pow'r
To save
the Athenian walls from ruin bare.
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