WHile Crouds of Princes Your Deserts proclaim,
Proud in their Number to enroll Your Name;
While Emperors to You commit their Cause,
And  Praises crown the vast Applause,
Accept, Great Leader, what the Muse indites,
That in ambitious Verse records Your Fights,
Fir'd and transported with a Theme so new:
Ten Thousand Wonders op'ning to my View
Shine forth at once, Sieges and Storms appear,
And Wars and Conquests fill th'Important Year,
Rivers of Blood I see, and Hills of Slain;
An Iliad rising out of One Campaign.