CORRUPTEELIS GALLICIS, UT FERTUR, LONDINI NUPER EXORTAM PERFIDA, crudelis, victa et lymphata furore, Non armis, laurum Gallia fraude petit. Venalem pretio plebem conducit, et urit Undique privatas patriciasque domos. Nequicquam conata sua, foedissima sperat Posse tamen nostra nos superare manu. Gallia, vana struis! Precibus nunc utere! Vinces Nam mites timidis supplicibusque sumus. TRANSLATION. FALSE, cruel, disappointed, stung to the heart, France quits the warrior's for the assassin's part, To dirty hands a dirty bribe conveys, Bids the low street and lofty palace blaze. Her sons too weak to vanquish us alone, She hires the worst and basest of our own. Kneel, France! a suppliant conquers us with ease, We always spare a coward on his knees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LESSER EPISTLES: TO A LADY ON HER PASSION FOR OLD CHINA by JOHN GAY NEUTRALITY LOATHSOME by ROBERT HERRICK ALASKA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ILICET by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |