So Near Was the Union to Receiving a Fatal Blow

——— Imperial Jove, He reigns unquestion’d in his Realms above; No Title from Descent he need infer, His red right Arm proclaims the Thunderer, This, Campbell, be thy Pride, Illustrious Peer, Alike to shine distinguish’d in your Sphere, All Merit but your own you may disdain, And Kings have been your Ancestors in vain. Mr. […]

Iain Ruaidh nan Cath

ARGYLE the State’s whole Thunder born to wield, And shake alike the Senate and the Field Alexander Pope, Epilogue to the Satires (TE 4: 318).