No More Learning

And with insulting Feet their Dust profane, Whose free-born Souls spurn at a slavish Chain ; Souls (not so sensless, so supine as ours)
That early saw the Drift of Romish Powers,
Early           those Yokes with generous Scorn, Which our more servile Necks have tamely born ;
That saw the hovering Storm approach from far, Threatning a thousand Mischiefs (worse than War) And boldly rush'd upon th' impetuous Waves,
Rather to die like Men than live like Slaves ; To save their Native Country bravely try'd, Fail'd in th' Attempt, and then as bravely dy'd.